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The car won’t start--it’s falling apart falling apart
I was late for work and the boss got smart
My pantyline shows--got a run in my hose
My hair went fiat--man, I hate that (hate that)
Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse
I realized I forgot my purse
With all this stress--i must confess
This could be worse than pms
Bridge:
This job ain’t worth the pay
Can’t wait ’til the end of the day
Honey, I’m on my way
Hey! hey! hey! hey!
Chorus:
Honey, I’m home and I had a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me up my favorite treat
Honey, I’m back, my head’s killing me
I need to relax and watch tv
Get off the phone--give the dog a bone
Hey! hey! honey, I’m home!
I broke a nail opening the mail
I cursed out loud ’cause it hurts like hell
This job’s a pain--it’s so mundane
It sure don’t stimulate my brain
(bridge)
(chorus)
Oh, rub my neck will you
(chorus)
I’m home, that feels much better
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