All she does is nag, nag, nag
and it gets on your nerves
and so one night you tell her off
and that she don't deserve.

You tell her she can't cook or clean
or make a decent roast.
She says she thought you always liked
her scrambled eggs and toast.

You tell her that her toast is black
just like her smoker's teeth.
Her eggs are far too runny
and her coffee is too weak.

She tells you you can go to hell.
You tell her to drop dead.
You storm off in an angry huff,
a red fog in your head.

Then she's packing up a bag,
she's off to stay with mom.
Before she walks on out that door
she drops a major bomb.

She wants a D-I-V-O-R
C-E and that's a fact.
You tell her she can **** herself
cause you don't want her back.

Twenty minutes down the road
you're calling up her phone.
You're sorry you called her a *****
You don't want to be alone.

So she says she'll come on back,
she says she still loves you.
You tell her that you love her too,
but she still burns the food.