The dishes are done
WELL, the dishes are done, There’s nothing in the sink. So I think I’ll sit, And pour myself a drink. But just as I sit, I hear her voice. And I’ve got to get up, Because I’ve got no choice. You see, I’ve got this woman, Who says she’s my wife. And says I promised to love her, For the rest of my life. She’s awful bossy, And overbearing too. And she loves to tell me, What to do! She says, “Ronald, are the dishes done? Did you wash and dry each one? Ronald, did you put them away, Don’t you listen to what I say?” And I say, “Yes, Dear, the dishes are done, I washed and dried each one. Yes, Dear, I put them away, Because I always do whatever you say.” But I don’t know why, I let her treat me this way. And I swear to God, I’m going to leave her some day. I’m going to walk out, And I’m going to have some fun. But until that day, The dishes will be done.