Church bells were ringing and I heard angels singing
On the day that I said "I do"
He gave me a kiss and I thought wedded bliss
Was a mother-to be's dream come true
Then he carried me across the threshold
And I heard the front door slam
Cabin fever
Just began

Pack his lunch at six-thirty but do not disturb him
'Cause he wants to sleep in till eight
If I don't remind him it's time to get up
He tells me it's my fault he's late
Now I clean up the kitchen till noontime
And then I vacuum till a quarter to three
Cabin fever
Is killing me

At seven he calls up and says "don't cook supper"
And he knows that it's already done
My kids climb the curtains and I climb the walls
While he's with the boys having fun
Let me try to get a breath of fresh air
And all I ever get's the third degree, I got to leave here

Cabin fever's killing me
Cabin fever's killing me
I gotta leave here
Cabin fever's killing me

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Writer(s): Ron Nagle