Here comes the bride, and there goes the groom
Looks like a hurricane went through this room
Smells like a pool hall, where's my other shoe
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you


Looks like you spent the night in a trench
And tell me, how long have you been combin' your hair with a wrench
The roses are dead and the violets are too
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Well, I've told you before, I won't tell you again
You don't defrost the icebox with a ball point pen
This railroad apartment is held together with glue
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Because I know I've been swindled, I never bargained for this
What's more, you never cared about me

Why don't you get your own place so you can live like you do
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Take all your relatives and all of your shoes
Believe me, I'll really swing when you're gone
I'll be living on chicken and wine after we're through
With someone I pick up after you

With someone I pick up after you
With someone I pick up after you
With someone I pick up after you

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Writer(s): TOM WAITS