I got home and the doer was locked then I tried to ring the ball,
I found a little bide note she had wrote let me go to hall,
I crone in the window I got inside she kicked in the bowls then I cried,
Called me a name said I lied kicked me again and I thought I died,
Cut my cloth’s set them on fire and hit me with her carline iron,
I got to block it with my watch and then she kicked me in the crutch again,
Yea the day the day my wife meets my girl friend.
Well I tell her but she didn’t care things weren’t what they saying,
She had pan on the stove full of boiling water and my natural sense restrain,
I tried to run scrim for help she hit me in the nuts whit the Ruston ball,
It was nothing that I ever felt I thank god I weren’t killed,
She garbed a bat from underneath the bad she sung it once then she missed my had,
She ran at bite strong then she hit me in the twines again,
Yea the day the day my wife meets my girl friend,
Yea the day that woeful day and boys won’t be the same,
Yea the day the day my wife meets my girl friend.
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