You don't take a shower

You don't put the seat down

You hardly cook for me anymore

When I come home from the bar

Where I spend half the day



I remember when your manners didn't bug me

You used to aim when you'd pee

Now after frank and beans late at night

Well I can't hold it in

So I just let it fly

And it stinks like a meadow

Full of steaming cow pies

You could say "excuse me"

You could turn the fan on

You don't smell like flowers anymore