Here comes the bride, and there goes the groom Looks like a hurricane went through this room Smells like a pool hall, where's my other shoe And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Looks like you spent the night in a trench And tell me, how long have you been combin' your hair with a wrench The roses are dead and the violets are too And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Well, I've told you before, I won't tell you again You don't defrost the icebox with a ball point pen This railroad apartment is held together with glue And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Because I know I've been swindled, I never bargained for this What's more, you never cared about me
Why don't you get your own place so you can live like you do And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Take all your relatives and all of your shoes Believe me, I'll really swing when you're gone I'll be living on chicken and wine after we're through With someone I pick up after you
With someone I pick up after you With someone I pick up after you With someone I pick up after youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
