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