The Frying Pan

I come home from work this evening There was a note in the frying pan It said fix your own supper babe I run off with the Fuller brush man And I miss the way she used to yell at me The way she used to cuss and moan And if I ever go out and get married again I'll never leave my wife at home Sat down at the table Screamed, and I hollered and cried And I commenced a carryin' on Till I almost lost my mind And I miss the way she used to yell at me The way she used to cuss and moan And if I ever go out and get married again I'll never leave my wife at home If I ever see another salesman Come a knockin' at my door I'm gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head And knock him down on the floor