That man you've got is no good
Instead of making you fall in love, he wears you out
He ain't got good manners
And he's not attentive to you
That man doesn't deserve all the love you give him
He sleeps through the morning and you work
And then at night he slips away
He makes you wash for him
That you dress him and shoe him
He gets indignant and wants to hit you
And let him cook in his own wine
That man you've got, my good friend
If I were you I'd leave him
The suitcases at the door
From now on let your grandma cook for you
And let him cook in his own wine
He shouldn't be so bad and lazy
He should treat you better
Give him fire, give him, give him, give him
Tell him not to be a cretin
That man doesn't deserve you
I'm telling you, you gotta forget him
Put him in the frying pan
Let a truck take him away or a train run him over
Let him go eat at the neighbor's house
Put him in the frying pan
Let his grandma cook for him, I don't cook
He doesn't know you've got another one in the bullpen, oh
Put him in the frying pan
Better than him, there are way more than a hundred