Took my stitches out monday
Took my cast off today
Still ain't got
When she ill
'Cause the insurance
Won't pay
We can get by without
All she broke in the house
That rambo with the skillet
My normaly sweet loving spouse
PMS I guess
Is what made her that way
'Cause most of the time
She's the light of my day
Great mother, great lover
So kind and so sweet
And right out of nowhere
A tornado with feet
My dog Fred
Knows where to hide in the woods
And i'd hidin' there with him
If only I could
But me and the kids
Just try to survive
And hope on the smoke clears
We're all still alive
PMS I guess
What else could it be
'Cause most of the time
She so sweet to me
So cute and so sexy
And a bit of a flirt
And then all of a sudden
Hulk Hogan in a skirt
Folks, it's a medical mistery
Why she looses control
But most women go through it
Or so I've been told
But when the change of life comes
And if I don't live this course
There's a good posibility
It'll only get worse