Текст песни Bill Bixby

The fire in her eyes, is murderous and mean

She tried to take me out with porcelin spoons and figuerines

Lucky I have been that she weighs in at a measly buck-10

Drivin' in my car she's tried to yank the emergency brake

One more strike against me and I know my life she'll take

So I grabbed up my guitar and I loaded, loaded up my car

It's a shame that we all don't live back in 1953

When beatin' on your wife was as common as just skippin down the street

And now with the feminist movement, women think they can beat on me

So, I'm movin' from town to town like Bill Bixby
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Think that I'm all hidden on this shady far out street

Soakin' in the scenery when a shadow crosses me

My hair stands up and my stomache drops as I turn, see those golden locks

She'll sabotage your foot massage, she'll break into your new garage

Drag her key up and down your paint and pop the tires of your brand new dodge

Your voodoo dolls and psycho calls are just, just the final straws

It's a shame that we all don't live back in 1953

When beatin' on your wife was as common as just skippin down the street

And now with the feminist movement, women think they can beat on me

So, I'm movin' from town to town like Bill Bixby