Lyrics:

Listen here true story

my inlaws are outlaws
so i stay on my toes
cause anything could happen hey anything could go
i have to lock up my old toolbox and hide all my fishin' gear
cause my inlaws are outlaws and they aint wanted here

well she may not be like bonnie and he aint exactly clyde
they dont carry tommy guns but they tote big pocket knives
i dont turn my back for nothing though theres nothing for me to fear
my inlaws are outlaws and they aint wanted here

well i call 'em mom and dad
and they both call me son
well i'd like to call 'em lots of things but i just bite my tongue
we say we love each other but Lord knows we aint sincere
cause my inlaws are outlaws and they aint wanted here

cause he drinks all my whiskey and she drinks all the wine
they tell us how to raise our kids while theirs are doin time
they've worn out their welcome and my favorite easy chair
my inlaws are outlaws and they aint wanted here

yeah i bet no one would miss 'em
if they just happened to disappear
my inlaws are outlaws and they aint wanted here