click, the reciever slams down
slam, the car and my girl have gone to town
bang, I knew she had too much to drink
knock, knock, that is the police, I think
can we ask you some questions? they say
the sun turns a purple tint of bluish grey
I was just on the phone with her, I swear
I do not know what made her drink so much beer
It might have been the comment on her cheating
I caught her in the restaurant, umm, she wasn't just eating
I accused her of being a drunken whore
That's when the telephone hit the floor
I swear, if I could do it all again
I'd take her to the strip club on fifth and ten
she'd not have gone out for revenge sex, you see
and she'd be in my arms, in her panties strung in a G
I'll forward the message to her family now
that she wasn't a drunken slut, or a sex hungry cow
what's that, you'll take care of it? ok, I agree
but can I have the contents of the glovebox, it's where the condoms are hidden, and now I am free