You promised me you'd clean the car, and fix the porch, and pay the bills
You promised me these easy things and yet you sit there, jaw gone slack
You sit there like a lifeless rock, a being with a low IQ
So where's the man I married? And dear, pray tell when he'll be back
HUSBAND:
Hon, I'd love to do those things you tell me. Whaddaya call 'em... chores?
But the Colts and Jets are on right now, I've got to watch them play
I'm sorry 'bout the trouble I've caused, it's really not my fault, you see
I guess those chores will have to wait another couple days...
or months...
or years...
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