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(youtube song clip) Now I've been married about six months, Only six months you see, The first three months, was all OK, The last three is killin' me, My wife began to hissin', she cut out on her kissin', And then she failed to shine my shoes, My shirts became a-wrinkled, My pants with dirt were sprinkled, And I took the first year blues. Well then she started naggin', She left the sink a-saggin', With dishes piled up high, The food upon the table, she said if I get able, I'll cook something by and by, Then I began to wonder, if I had made a blunder, When I said I do, she must have read my thinkin', Her eyes began to blinkin' and that gal broke in two. Well I heard the dishes crashin', and I began to dashin', gettin' out of sight, for right there was my honey, On who I'd spent my money, turnin' into dy - na - mite, Then after she'd exploded, her meanness all unloaded, And things began to simmer down, I found myself a-bleedin', and very much a-needin', Of stitches taken all around. Well then she started cryin', I felt myself a-sighin', And then I took her in my arms, I was afraid to scold her, so I just gently told her, She didn't do a bit of harm, Now the first six months is over, and I am much the older, And experienced with a wife, If I can stand the next six, my friends all say I'll be fixed, To take it the rest of my life. |