(Hey)
Scotty doesn't know
That Fiona and me
Do it in my van every sunday
She tells him she's in church
But she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees
And Scotty doesn't know
Oh, Scotty doesn't know-oh
So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
(So don't tell Scotty)
Fiona says she's out shoppin'
But she's under me and I'm not stoppin'
'Cause Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn't know
(So don't tell Scotty)
I can't believe he's so trustin'
While I'm right behind you trustin'
Fiona's got him on the phone
Yes she's tryin' not to moan
It's a three-way call
And he knows nothing
( nothing )
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty
We'll put up a show
Everyone will go
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
The parking lot, why not?
It's so cool when you're on top
His front lawn, in the snow
Laughing so hard
'Cause Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
I did her on his birthday
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty will know
Scotty has to know
Scotty's gotta know
Gonna tell Scotty
Gonna tell him myself
Scotty has to know
Scotty has to know
Scotty has to, Scotty has to
Scotty has to go!
Writer(s): Bruce Fulford, Christopher Graham Baird, Nicholas James More Cloutman, Jason T. Adams
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