|It used to be, when I was free,
My life was bright and sunny.
I love my wife, but now my life
Has times that just aren’t funny.
She’s got one flaw, that rubs me raw
And sets my temples popping.
There’s nothing worse than her dark curse
Of making me go shopping.
But I have learned, where that’s concerned,
To throw a well-placed tantrum.
So I won’t blow, she’ll let me go
And browse the tools at random.
But now my plight takes new found flight.
I have to deal with boredom
While she, with ease, does spending sprees.
Oh, how can we afford ‘em?
Once in the store, she’s seen no more.
She runs off like a bunny.
It’s been an hour. I need a shower.
My nose is getting runny.
I'm at half mast. Don't think I'll last.
I sure wish I could find her.
The more she spends on odds and ends
Our budget gets behinder.
At long, long last my waiting’s past.
I spy her heading my way.
“Let’s blow the joint. I’m at breaking point.
Let’s hit the homebound highway.”
The store is hot; my nerves are shot.
We’re running out of money.
Oh, what a shame I learned the game
Called Waiting for My Honey.