And now I hear her say,
Go mow the grass
And don't just smoke it!
Get up, and clean the car
Then, wash your ass,
Tub up, and soak it!
She nags and runs my life
Like some old Viking
Out of Norway
To keep the peace at home,
I do things Her Way...

I live a life of bitch
Home's like boot camp,
Should snap, attention..
My wife is a wordy witch
Who makes me itch
With apprehension,,
I bend to get along
Dance to her song
A Fred Astaire way,
Abide, swallow my pride
And do things Her Way...

Yet, there are times,
When crap is flung
I'll clench my fist
Or I'll bite my tongue
And tho' I know
Without a doubt
Should say, "Enough!"
And just get out..
Our love's on skids,
But for the kids,
I do it Her Way...

I slump around the house,
It's not the life I would be choosing
Am I a man or mouse?
I ask myself
It's got me boozing..
She treats me like a dog,
And I accept it - in a cur way

Though it's not right, what I go through
A man, sometimes, these things will do
And when it gets to be too much
Her bossing, nagging, lack of touch
For compensates,
I hump ho dates,
And do it...My Way

For compensates,
I hump ho dates,
This I do...My Wayyyyyy