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I come home from work this evening |
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There was a note in the frying pan |
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It said fix your own supper babe |
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I run off with the fuller brush man |
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Chorus: |
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And i miss the way she used to yell at me |
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The way she used to cuss and moan |
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And if i ever go out and get married again |
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I'll never leave my wife at home |
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Sat down at the table |
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Screamed, and i hollered and cried |
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And i commenced a carryin' on |
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Till i almost lost my mind |
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Repeat chorus |
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If i ever see another salesman |
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Come a knockin' at my door |
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I'm gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head |
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And knock him down on the floor |
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Repeat chorus |
