Lyric Picking Up After You

Here comes the bride
And there goes the groom
Looks like a hurricane
Went thru this room
Smells like a poolhall
Where s my other shoe
And I m sick and tired of pickin up after you

Looks like you spent the nite in a trench
And tell me,
How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench
Blue roses are dead
And the violets are too
And I m sick and tired of pickin up after you

Well, I ve told you before
I won t tell you again
You don t defrost the icebox
With a ball point pen
This railroad apartment
Is held together with glue
And I m sick and tired of pickin up after you

Because I know
I been swindled
I never bargained for this
Once more you never cared about me
Why don t you get your own place
So you can live like you do
And I m sick and tired of pickin up after you

Take all your relatives
And all of your shoes
Believe me I ll really swing
When you re gone
I ll be living on chicken and wine
After we re thru
With someone I pick up after you
With someone I ll pick up after you
With someone I ll pick up after you
with someone I ll pick up after you