Well my boss is a dame and hard-edged
And my greedy wife, too
And my sanity's frail
And sensitivity won’t lull this shrew
Won’t bet on penny shares
When my spouse wants new sports cars to use
I'm not some multi-millionaire
And I'll really be distressed when she's through

Now when I feel great panic
Please sell my rank old yacht
She disapproves
She lingers at malls when it's hot
I won’t have much left
To press luck and play the sucker slots
Though my guests tend to prosper
I'll see them stray when I pitch my cots

Need t' swindle
The wretched fall for the oddest abuse
My cheeks are pinkish
And I decide to dupe a shrewd recluse
But my slow mind
Impairs my plot to counter his excuse
Some teens scrape my Royce
And leave me growling as if goosed

When my spouse's logic chills
It’s either orchids or blame
I must pick up some for her mother
So neither of them startle me with their shame
If I goof up and get lilies
I better get snack food, some pears and grains
Because my spouse won’t feed me
Commands I get drenched in rain

Now faulty majorities
They demand my spouse should note
How my acts failed to charge up her car
And to clean up my boat
And pick up the angel food
Crust that I'd smeared on her coat
I cook some swine and curse
Then set cooking stuff in her tote

My heart is poundin' urgently
My mood dips as ardor's scuffed
Every buddy that I have reminds me
That my dame's too tough
But the blokes inform me
They have no money they can share to haul my stuff
Not going back to do more ditties
I do believe wife's mad enough