Your Wife Don't Understand You

Announcer:Our next act is our very own singing waitress, Lurleen.

So I'm, uh, afraid drink service will stop for just a few moments. They're all yers.

Homer:Stupid Marge tell me to shut up.

Lurleen:Thank you. Tonight I'd like to try somethin' a little different.

It's a song I wrote while I mopped up your dried blood and teeth.

Work all day for some old man

Sweat n' break your back.

Homer:Yeah.

Lurleen:Then you go home to your castle,

But your queen won't cut you slack.

Homer:That's true.

Lurleen:That's why you're losin' all your hair,

That's why you're overweight.

Homer:Uh-huh.

Lurleen:That's why you flipped your pickup truck

Right off the interstate.

Homer:That's right! Except for the pickup truck.

Lurleen:There's a lot of bull they hand you,

There's nothin' you can do,

Your wife don't understand you, but I do.

No, your wife don't understand you, but I do.

I said no one understands you but I do!

Homer:Hey, hey, Lurleen. I gotta say somethin' to ya.

Lurleen:I'm listenin'.

Homer:Your song touched me in a way I've never felt before. And which way to the can?