(What they doin?)
(They smilin' in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
(They smilin' in your face)
All the time, they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
All you fellas who have someone and you really care, yeah, yeah
Then it's all of you fellas who better beware, yeah, yeah

Somebody's out to get your lady
A few of your buddies, they sure look shady
The blades are long, clenched tight in their fists
Aimin' straight at your back
And I don't think they'll miss

(What they doin?)
(They smilin' in your face)
All the time, they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
I keep gettin' all these visits from my friends, yeah, what they doin' to me?
They come to my house again and again and again and again, yeah
So are they there to see my woman?
I don't even be home but they just keep on comin'
What can I do to get on the right track?
I wish they'd take some of these knives out my back

(What they doin?)
(They smilin' in your face)
All the time, they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, low down, dirty

(What they doin?)
(They smilin' in your face)
Smilin' faces smilin' faces sometimes tell lies (back stabbers)
(They smilin' in your face)
I don't need low down, dirty bastards (back stabbers)

(They smilin' in your face) down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down (back stabbers)
(They smilin' in your face) might be your neighbor
Your next door neighbor, yeah (back stabbers)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Gene McFadden, John Whitehead, Leon Huff