When your husband treats
you like a piece of dirt
When you find that purple
lipstick on his shirt
Then, dear,
it's clear the honeymoon is over
And you'd better be on
the alert
When your wife decides that
she should wear the pants
When she gets your goat each
time she gets the chance
Then, my dear, it's clear the honeymoon is over and
you'd better search for some romance.
Time you saw your old trusty lawyer,
ask him whether you should find another nest of feathers.
When your husband suddenly
becomes the swell.
When your wife is bored by
every joke you tell.
Then, my dear,
it's clear the honeymoon is over,
and you may as well pack up,
move out, tell her, darling,
fare thee well.
Time you saw your old
trusty lawyer,
ask him whether you should
find another nest of feather.
When your husband starts to play,
Cher, sure he'll offend.
When your wife is always ready
to condemn.
Then, dear,
it's clear the honeymoon is over.
An d you may as well
Play the scene out.
Make your exit.
Hit the climax.
Pull the curtain.
Pack up.
Move out.
Tell her.
Darling, together forever
Looks more like it's never
Fare thee well!
Go to hell!