It coulda been any boy, it It coulda been any girl I'm glad it was me I'm glad it was you Met a girl from Austin, Dallas Met a girl I won't soon forget her Sat down to write her a letter I wrote this song instead These idle hands They do the devils work These idle hands They do a whole lot worse These idle hands They do the devils work These idle hands They do a whole lot worse A whole lot worse I bet you got a boy Back in Austin, baby But I'm not asking But I'm not asking These idle hands They do the devils work These idle hands They do a whole lot worse These idle hands They do the devils work These idle hands They do a whole lot worse A whole lot worse Met a girl from Austin, Dallas Met a girl from Austin, Dallas Met a girl I won't soon forget It coulda been any boy It coulda been any girl I'm glad it was me I'm glad it was you These idle hands They do the devils work These idle hands They do a whole lot worse These idle hands They do the devils work These idle hands They do a whole lot Worse