The Frying Pan

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