I was looking for a cheap car in the Sunday classifies
When an ad jumped out and hit me right between my bugged out eyes
It was a two year old mercedes for 700 bucks
I couldn't make my trembling fingers dial that number fast enough
The woman who picked up the phone said yes it's still for sale
n.c.
when I drove up that long driveway with cash there in my hands
she met me at the garage in a short skirt and a tan
when we took it for a test drive I couldn't believe my luck
She said,
I'll throw in them Arnold Palmer golf clubs there in the trunk
none of this was making sense but then it dawned me
n.c.
It's a was a classic case of a woman scorn
She'll make that man wish he had never been born
She a forty something year old judge and jury
Hell has no fury like revenge of a middle-aged wo-man
So she took me out to breakfast put it on his credit card
And by the time they poured the coffee she was pouring out her heart
Stories of his sneaking round and sorted escapades
Secretaries waitresses and bimbos half his age
She said you know there is one thing I ought to thank him for
n.c.
I believe good wine and woman get better with time
And if you ask me that man's a fool or else he must be blind
I'll never know his motives can't get inside his head
but I'm driving that Mercedes and I'm sleeping in his bed
to chorus, to ending
Revenge of a middle-aged wo-man
"I know I ought to feel guilty about something