Lyrics

When I said, "I do", what was I doing
I guess I never saw that storm a' brewing
As far as I can tell, this must be what it's like in Hell
'Cause every time I turn around, I get a chewing

When I walk through the door, she picks my brain
She says "Who you been with, boy", I'm taking names
Some things never change, but the question still remains
Will she drive me to drinking or just drive me insane

A lobotomy is sounding pretty good to me
As long as she's around, Lord, it don't matter what I think
Or maybe a jug of ninety-proof is what I really need
Do I need a, frontal lobotomy or a bottle in front of me

I wake up every day and wish I was dead
When I roll over and see her there in bed
She looks so sweet and kind, I must have been out of my mind
Now, the only thing I'm sure of, is I'm in over my head

A lobotomy is sounding pretty good to me
As long as she's around, Lord, it don't matter what I think
Or maybe a jug of ninety-proof is what I really need
Do I need a, frontal lobotomy or a bottle in front of me

A lobotomy is sounding pretty good to me
As long as she's around, Lord, it don't matter what I think
Or maybe a little ninety-proof is what I really need
Do I need a, frontal lobotomy or a bottle in front of me

Or maybe a jug of ninety-proof is what I really need
Do I need a, frontal lobotomy or a bottle in front of me
Do I need a, frontal lobotomy or a bottle in front of me