The Frying Pan - John Prine

I come home from work this evening

There was a note in the frying pan

It said, «fix your own supper, babe

I run off with the Fuller brush man»

And I miss the way she used to yell at me

The way she used to cuss and moan

And if I ever go out and get married again

I’ll never leave my wife at home

Well, I sat down at the table

Screamed and I hollered and cried

And I commenced a-carryin' on

Till I almost lost my mind

'Cause I miss the way she used to yell at me

The way she used to cuss and moan

And if I ever go out and get married again

I’ll never leave my wife at home

If I ever see another salesman

Come a-knockin' at my door

I’m gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head

And knock him down on the floor

'Cause I miss the way she used to yell at me

The way she used to cuss and moan

And if I ever go out and get married again

I’ll never leave my wife at home