Wine Can't Do It, Wife Won't Do!

Skills in home, the wife she knows!
Lie me still an' carousing bones.
Bust wreck vinegar
rousing storm
The wine can't do it!
Maddening bellow!

Whisper my mood, murmur my mood,
then yell my mood! wait and brood!

My will is strong, let all know!
Heart is running aft, neverbowed!
Sew the sheets around,
round and round you sew!
Flip the bed over
muffling the tones!

Whisper my mood, murmur and brood
Then yell my mood, wait and brood!

My jolly thrills to ocean and earth,
I'll rip your life out and stomp your guts,
Sinews snap off, slumbering? Wake!
The world is a dump area and my jokes end in ruin or smoke ...

Skilled at home the wife she knows,
haunted solitude, my aging bones,
get out to the bleeder, then make some holes!
Toss the wine out quick before I feel whole!

Better pile rocks up around the home,
the mood comes back and the timbers groan
The wife can't do this all alone
Call on the nation they be in (proclaimed, my moan!)