Lyrics:

If you can't face the day
You'd better stay in bed, girl
It's not my only job
To organize your head, girl

You say that married life
Is such a hellish load
If you can't take it girl
Just pack your bags and hit the road

Run back to mama
Tell her that I do all sorts of terrible things
Run back to mama
Will you always be tied to those apron strings?

You say my jokes are crude
You think I am a sinner
You say I yell too loud
Each time you burn the dinner

You say I treat you
Like a child that's misbehavin'
If you can't take it girl
It just you best be 'On your way'

Run back to mama
Tell her that I do all sorts of terrible things
Run back to mama
Will you always be tied to those apron strings?

Run back to mama
Tell her that I do all sort of terrible things
Run back to mama
Will you always be tied to those apron string?