Lyrics:

Here comes the brideAnd there goes the groomLooks like a hurricaneWent thru this roomSmells like a poolhallWhere's
my other shoeAnd I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after youLooks like you spent the nite in a trenchAnd tell me,How long
have you been combing your hair with a wrenchBlue roses are deadAnd the violets are tooAnd I'm sick and tired of pickin' up
after youWell, I've told you beforeI won't tell you againYou don't defrost the iceboxWith a ball point penThis railroad a
partmentIs held together with glueAnd I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after youBecause I knowI been swindledI never barg
ained for thisOnce more you never cared about meWhy don't you get your own placeSo you can live like you doAnd I'm sick and
tired of pickin' up after youTake all your relativesAnd all of your shoesBelieve me I'll really swingWhen you're goneI'l
l be living on chicken and wineAfter we're thruWith someone I pick up after youWith someone I'll pick up after youWith some
one I'll pick up after youwith someone I'll pick up after you