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