GET OUTTA MY HOUSE By Tom Jensen
They say diamonds are a girl's best friend
I guess it's good to have something left when
When the feeling ends
When the love is gone
All that's left is a song
You make love to your bong
As quiet as a mouse when your loving wife says
"Get outta my house!"
After mistakes have been made
Just as the song said
She threw a vase
Smacked you in the face
And when you said ouch
She made you sleep on the couch
You never saw the writing on the wall
Kept telling yourself tomorrow she'd call
From days to months to years
From happiness to sadness to tears
Your lasting memories concern her tight blouse
And the night she said
"Get outta my house!"
The carriage of gold which you both rode
Down along the cove on your wedding day
Somehow became untracked and unhitched
And every one of them horses they got up and ran away
After every mistake followed another excuse
As the chain started to break
She figured what's the use
For when you called for a truce
She challenged you to a joust
On her shield she soon wrote in your blood
"Get outta my house!"
Hearts once ablaze and set afire
Have gradually lost their flame
Dreams once you both together aspired
No longer remain the same
Coals in need of stoking have lost all chance of smoking
Leaving each night's watchmen pointing blame
The mood grows colder as the time grows older
It's time to move south
When you're bleeding from the mouth
Because she sprayed you in the nose
And then smacked you with the hose
Even Smoky the Bear
Knew that the fire's been doused
On the night she said
"Get outta my house!"
They say diamonds are a girl's best friend
I guess it's good to have something left when
When the feeling ends
When the love is gone
All that's left is a song
You make love to your bong
As quiet as a mouse
When your loving wife says
"Get the fu#$ outta my house!"
"Get the fu#$ outta my house!"