I guess you could call this a loser’s advice
You should always know if her mother is nice
‘Cause she can cut you down faster than a saw
Once that fat old woman’s your mother-in-law
Her daughter was delightful on Saturday nights
She was perfectly willing to show the sights
But when I can home her Daddy was behind the door
With a great big gun threatening me with gore
So, I went to the church just to buy some time
But the law made me honour what I did sign
Now I’m stuck in a marriage with a fat surly Mum
Like I walked down a street that was littered in gum
Her great big bеlly is bigger than her bust
Her suburban lifе has been vacant of lust
She’s got a wicked temper just like a switch blade
And even cooled down, she’s a hundred in the shade
Seeing her is like having your hand in a blender
And God knows heaven ain’t where he’s going to send her
But until he gets around to doing his job
I got to find someplace just to lose this slob
So, give me a ticket or buy me a car
‘Cause she took all my money and I won’t get far
And I’ll leave you with a little advice
You should always know if her mother is nice
I’ll leave you with a little advice
You should always know if her mother is nice
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