| When I agree with you baby it makes you mad | 
| And when I don’t it makes you sad | 
| When I argue back you pack and leave | 
| And when I don’t you pout n' grieve | 
| There just ain’t nobody knows what I go through | 
| Will you please make up your mind what you want me to do? | 
| You say get out and I’d better stay gone | 
| Then you have a big policeman drag me back home | 
| You holler good and loud, put him in the calaboose | 
| Then you cry and ask the judge won’t you please turn him loose? | 
| The good Lord only knows what I go through | 
| Will you please make up your mind what you want me to do? | 
| My life with you baby has been one hard knock | 
| Lord my head looks like an old chop block | 
| And I’ll tell you right now, honey, that ain’t all | 
| You done kicked me till I feel like a used football | 
| There just ain’t nobody knows what I go through | 
| Will you please make up your mind what you want me to do? | 
| You knock me down and then you pick me up | 
| Honey, do you have to love so doggone rough? | 
| I wish to my soul you’d slow down the pace | 
| Cause I tell you right now the hide’s gettin' scarce | 
| There just ain’t nobody knows what I go through | 
| Will you please make up your mind what you want me to do? | 
| Why when I married you you were such a meek little thing | 
| But honey among tigers you’d be queen | 
| If a poor little rabbit had you on his side | 
| Every hound in the country would crawl off and hide | 
| There just ain’t nobody knows what I go through | 
| Would you please make up your mind | 
| What in the confounded cat hair do you want me to do? |