Ohhhh the next time I say that’s it, that’s it
Don’t beg me no more cause I’ll be out the door
No need to pitch a hissy fit
I’m back in the pool, no more playing the fool
No more putting up with your shit
Cause the next time I say that’s it, that’s it
Then the next time you swing that frying pan
My head won’t be there
When you bitch and fight and drink all night
You’ll have to use a spare
So get in your car and go down to the bar
And find someone who will car
Cause.. the next time you swing that frying pan
My head won’t be there
Oh.. the next time I say I’m gone, I’m gone
So don’t come to my house unbuttonin your blouse
Or call me on my mobile phone
It’s just you’re so dang cute when you’re scootin the boot
I gotta suck ‘em up and be strong
Cause the next time I say I’m gone, I’m gone
Then.. the next time you swing that frying pan
My head won’t be there
When you bitch and fight and drink all night
You’ll have to use a spare
So get in your car and go down to the bar
And find someone who will care
Cause .. the next time you swing that frying pan
My head won’t be there
Then the next time I say I’m through, I’m through
But I’m willing to bet you’d get on the net
And find another butt to chew
But now you’re ringing my bell
Wearing pearls and Chanel
What’s a country boy to do
Oh.. the next time I say we’re through
Well sure you can come in baby
What do you got that trench coat on for?
It’s over a hundred degrees outside
ohhhh lord of mercy, that’s some tan line you go there
Oooooo mercy, mercy, mercy