- Our next act is our very own singin' waitress, Lurleen.
So I'm afraid drink service will stop for just a few moments... they're all yours.
- Stupid Marge, tell me to shut up.
- Thank you. Tonight, I'd like to try something a little different.
It's a song I wrote when I was moppin' up your dry blood and teeth.
You work all day for some old man
Sweatin', break your back
- Yeah.
Then, you go home to your castle
But your queen won't cut your slack
- That's true.
That's why you're losin' all your hair
That's why you're overweight
- Huh huh.
That's why you flip your pick-up truck
Right off the interstate
- That's right! Except for the pick-up truck.
There's a lot of bulk to 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
- Hey, hey, Lurleen, I gotta say something to you.
- I'm listenin'.
- Your song touched me in a way I'd never felt before.
And which way to the can?
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