I'm gonna tell you a story
She lies around the all the time
and spends every last earning dime.
She eats all my food, all my clothes,
and now she's making phone calls
Don't you hear me talking to you
She's gonna get what she deserves
Come around, around about eight
Ooh, pretty baby, don't be late
Come dressed and ready to go
I'm gonna give some sleeping pills
Don't you hear me talking to you
as soon as I heard her say those words,
I blew in the room just like a bird.
I ran to my room, disappointed and blue.
I reached in the drawer for my .22.
and shot her in the head.
And now my baby lays there
Don't you hear me talking to you?
oh, my baby, who let her there, oh, there.