It's been a harpy night, and she berates me like a dog.
It's been a harpy night, she entreats me to flush that log.
She says, "My home's like a zoo, and it's all because of you.
You'll get no meal tonight!"

I say, "I work all day to get you money to buy you things.
My net worth kind of gives me away. In truth, I go to bars and drink.
I put on an act and moan and beg her: "Leave me alone!"
I'm needing some Tokay.*

I leave home and walk off into the night.
I leave home, knowing I'm gonna get tight, tight, yeah!

It's been a Harp-daze* night, I started swilling like a dog.
It's a hard-cider night, I pass out and I saw some logs.
But when I get home to her, I sense a bit of anger.
She's not feeling alright.

The next thing I know, I moan, because she's cracked my headbone. . .
Feels like it is broke, eh?

On the phone, she calls for a black-and-white
She intones: "Get this guy out of my sight, sight! Yeah!"

It's a harrowing night, and now I'm running like a dog.
Don't want to feel hard night stick made from rock-hard maple log.
But if cops got me and threw me in a cell without you,
You know I'd feel alright,
You know I'd feel alright,
You know I'd feel alright.