Here comes the bride And there goes the groom Looks like a hurricane Went thru this room Smells like a poolhall Where's my other shoe And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Looks like you spent the nite in a trench And tell me, How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench Blue 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 been swindled I never bargained for this Once 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 thru With someone I pick up after you With someone I'll pick up after you With someone I'll pick up after you With someone I'll pick up after you
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