Can't concentrate on the preacher preachin My attention spans done turned off I want in on that angel singing up there in the choir oh!

She's got her daddy's moneyHer momma's good looksFull of laughs and a stack of comic booksA wild imaginationA college educationAdd it all up it's a deadly combinationShe's a good bass fisherA dianomite kisserCountry as a turnip greenShe's got her daddy's moneyHer momma's good looksAnd look who's looking at me

Her second cousin was my third grade teacherI use to cut her grandmaw's grassBack then she was nothing but knees and elbowsGolly did she grow up fast!

She's got her daddy's moneyHer momma's good looksFull of laughs and a stack of comic booksA wild imaginationA college educationAdd it all up it's a deadly combinationShe's a good bass fisherA dianomite kisserCountry as a turnip greenShe's got her daddy's moneyHer momma's good looksAnd look who's looking at me

Lord if ya got any miracles handy, Maybe you could grant me oneJust let me walk down the aisle and say I do to that angel with the choir robe on

She's got her daddy's moneyHer momma's good looksFull of laughs and a stack of comic booksA wild imaginationA college educationAdd it all up it's a deadly combinationShe's a good bass fisherA dianomite kisserCountry as a turnip greenShe's got her daddy's moneyHer momma's good looksAnd look who's looking at me

She's got her daddy's moneyHer momma's good looksAnd she's looking at meYeah!