D All women are crazyG All men are dumbD ‘Cos though we know they're crazyG We still want someD It's nothin’ newG And it's sad but trueD That we just can't quit 'emA And we can't live with 'emD What's a man to do?A Back in the BibleD There was a treeG Lord said to Adam, "Don't you eat that fruit"D He said, "Fine by me" But then along came EveG Lookin’ to do wrongD And on account of her curvesA And his lack of nervesD Adam went alongD ‘Cos all women are crazyG All men are dumbD ‘Cos though we know they're crazyG We still want someD It's nothin’ newG And it's sad but trueD That we just can't quit 'emA And we can't live with 'emD What's a man to do?A Take my old ladyD I bought her a gownContinues after the adG We were fixin’ to go out mixin’D Out on the town She said, "Do I look fat?"G I said, "Heck no! Just a little round"D A And since that day, I've walked this wayD It hurts to sit downD ‘Cos all women are crazyG All men are dumbD ‘Cos though we know they're crazyG We still want someD It's nothin’ newG And it's sad but trueD That we just can't quit 'emA And we can't live with 'emD What's a man to do? *speaking part*D G Fellas, there comes a time in every woman's lifeD About once a month, to be exact When they get kinda orneryG Oh, they start kickin’ and fussin’ and fightin’ andD We don't know what's wrong with themG But in a week or so, they generally come around And they'll look you right in the eye, too, and they'll sayA G D "I'm sorry, honey, I was just PMSin’"G Now, ladies, I feel for you, I really doD It's not an easy thing to go throughG But since we already know the outcome I'd like to propose a little experimentD Boys, the next time your woman gets crazyG Oh say, about a month from nowD I want you to just look her right in the eye and ask herA G "Honey, are you sure you're not just PMSin’?" (pause) Then you better grab your balls and run for the hillsD *singing again*A When I met my ladyD And asked for her handG She was the calmest and the sweetest girlD In all the land But then the ring went onG And she went all wrongD A Like a midnight thriller, she went BrideZillaD G She spat pea soup and become a killerD She ate three kidsA And my auntie's wigD And the pastor's dog *pause* Why?!D ‘Cos all women are crazyG All men are dumbD ‘Cos though we know they're crazyG We still want someD It's nothin’ newG And it's sad but trueD That we just can't quit 'emA And we can't live with 'emD You just can't shoot 'emG Or you'll end in prisonD A And the biker from Hell, in your prison cellD Might take a shine to you
All Women Are Crazy
Voltaire
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