Oh the shit's gonna hit the fan
Yeah the shit's gonna hit the fan
Oh the shit's gonna hit the fan again tonight
Lord my wife don't understand
She can't make me a different man
So the shit's gonna hit the fan again tonight
Well I've been out drinking
Doing things I shouldn't be doing
And now I've got to pay a terrible price
Well the night is moving on
Guess I'd better be a heading home
Where I know I'll have to face a pissed-off wife
Oh the shit's gonna hit the fan
Yeah the shit's gonna hit the fan
Oh the shit's gonna hit the fan again tonight
If my wife can't have her way
There'll be lots of hell to pay
So the shit's gonna hit the fan again tonight
Middle -8 Bars-
Well Frank and Brother Ted
And their red-neck friend named Fred
We were shooting dice at Lorren's with the boys
When the door came crashing in
I thought the cops had us again
Until I heard my wife's loud screaming voice
Oh the shit's gonna hit the fan
Yeah the shit's gonna hit the fan
Oh the shit's gonna hit the fan again tonight
Lord I love my wife just fine
But I ain't good at walking lines
So the shit's gonna hit the fan again tonight