Lyrics

THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID

© 2004 Kurt Hagan, Jon Robbin & Steve Bloch

VERSE 1
She hits the fan, I hit the road
In my old beat up Ford
Blue lights flash in my rear view
And a cop leans on my door
He wags his finger in my face
Just 'cause my signal's broken
Says "If we don't communicate
We don't know where we're goin'"

CHORUS 1
That's what she said
You sound exactly like my girl
That cop just stared and scratched his head
"Go on, get outa here"
Hey, that's what she said

VERSE 2
I grab a bite at the Precious Pig
That barbecue tastes great
The waitress sees my mess and says
"I'm not your personal maid"
Then I show up an hour late
At the Rack'N'Roll Pool Hall
Bobby just chalks his cue and says
"Man you should have called"

CHORUS 2
That's what she said
You sound exactly like my girl
Bobby shakes his head and breaks some balls
"Go on, get outa here"
Hey, that's what she said

BRIDGE


I have a drink to clear my mind
Or was it two or three
It mighta been Jack Daniels
it mighta been Jim Beam
I yell "C'mon bartender, one more round
What are we waitin' for? "
He says "If you don't change your attitude
You ain't getting' anymore"

CHORUS 3
Hey,that's what she said

Seems like everything everybody says
I've heard it all before
"Cause that's what she said

Word for word
Don?t you know
Everywhere I go
That's what she said
Man, I been getting 'an earful
I can't take it anymore
Hey, that's what she said


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