Lyrics The Frying Pan - John Prine

The Frying Pan

I come home from work this evening
There was a note in the frying pan
It said, «fix your own supper, babe
I run off with the Fuller brush man»
And I miss the way she used to yell at me
The way she used to cuss and moan
And if I ever go out and get married again
I’ll never leave my wife at home
Well, I sat down at the table
Screamed and I hollered and cried
And I commenced a-carryin' on
Till I almost lost my mind
'Cause I miss the way she used to yell at me
The way she used to cuss and moan
And if I ever go out and get married again
I’ll never leave my wife at home
If I ever see another salesman
Come a-knockin' at my door
I’m gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head
And knock him down on the floor
'Cause I miss the way she used to yell at me
The way she used to cuss and moan
And if I ever go out and get married again
I’ll never leave my wife at home