Announcer:
Our next act is our very own singing waitress, Lurleen. (audience whoops) So I'm, uh, afraid drink service will stop for just a few moments. (audience boos) They're all yers.
Homer:
Stupid Marge tell me to shut up.
Lurleen:
Thank you. Tonight I'd like to try somethin' a little different. It's a song I wrote while I was mopping up your dried blood and teeth.
Work all day for some old man
Sweat and break your back.
Homer:
Your Wife Don't Understand You 2
Yeah.
Lurleen:
Then you go home to your castle,
But your queen won't cut you slack.
Homer:
That's true.
Lurleen:
That's why you're losin' all your hair,
That's why you're overweight.
Homer:
Uh-huh.
Lurleen:
That's why you flipped your pickup truck
Right off the interstate.
Homer:
That's right! Except for the pickup truck.
Lurleen:
There's a lot of bull they hand you,
There's nothin' you can do,
Your wife don't understand you, but I do.
No, your wife don't understand you, but I do.
I said no one understands you but I do.
Homer:
Hey, hey, Lurleen. I gotta say somethin' to ya.
Lurleen;
I'm listenin'.
Homer
Your song touched me in a way I've never felt before. And which way to the can?
