[Intro: Announcer, Homer, Lurleen]
Our next act is our very own singin' waitress, Lurleen
So, I'm, uh, afraid drink service will stop for a few moments while- (Boo!)
They're all yours
(Stupid Marge, tell me to shut up)
Thank you, uh, tonight I'd like to try something a lil' different
It's a song I wrote while I was mopping up your dry blood n' teeth

[Verse: Lurleen, Homer]
You work all day for some old man, sweat and break your back (Yeah)
Then you go back to your castle, but your queen won't cut you slack (That's true)
That's why you're losing all your hair, that's why you're overweight (Uh huh)
That's why you flipped your pick-up truck right off the interstate
(That's right! Except for the pick-up truck)

[Chorus: Lurleen]
There's a lot of bull they hand you
There's nothin' you can do
Your wife don't understand you, but I do
No, your wife don't understand you, but I do
I said no one understands you, but I do

[Outro: Homer, Lurleen]
Hey, hey Lurleen? I gotta say something to ya
I'm listenin'
Your song touched me in a way I've never felt before, and which way to the can?