The Frying Pan

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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" [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Well, I sat down at the table Screamed and I hollered and cried And I commenced a-carryin' on Till I almost lost my mind [Chorus] 'Cause 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 'Cause 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