Well all right, baby 
I guess I know the score 
You better get to packin' 
I don't want you around here anymore 

You come home looking funky 
Your clothes all in a mess 
And your story wasn't fittin' 
Any better than your dress 

Well all right, baby 
Now I know the score 
Well you better get to gettin' 
I don't want to see you around here anymore 

(Guitar solo) 

You came in one time too many 
Lyin' out both sides of your mouth 
You said you was at your mother's 

I seen you at the Rainbow 
Hangin' out with Red 
And if I get my hands on you, baby 
You're gonna wish that you were dead 

Well all right, baby 
Now I know the score 
You better get to movin' 
I don't want you around here anymore 

(Guitar solo with miscellaneous words) 

You'd better get to goin', baby 
I done got into your game, baby 
Uh huh, thought you was foolin' me, huh? 
Now I know, baby 
I know better 

I'll teach you not to cheat on me (?) 

Yeah, baby, comin' at 'ya