You don't take a shower You don't put the seat down You hardly cook for me anymore When I come home from the bar Where I spend half the day
I remember when your manners didn't bug me You used to aim when you'd pee Now after frank and beans late at night Well I can't hold it in So I just let it fly And it stinks like a meadow Full of steaming cow pies You could say 'excuse me' You could turn the fan on You don't smell like flowers anymore