Well it’s quittin’ time at Billie’s Bar on 6th and Santa Fe
And if not for Mr. Jones, she’d be closed out and on her way
Well he knows she needs the tips to pay the sitter and the rent
So he sits there every Friday ‘til his paycheck’s all been spent
Well he’s lookin’ for the time of day, but she ain’t offerin’ any help,
She keeps wipin’ spotless countertops all the while just thinkin’ to herself
“Things could be much worse, I could be married to this joke
I feel sorry for the girl who pours his morning rum and Coke.
Being broke is hard, but it sure beats where I’ve been,
And I’ll buy me Billie’s Bar before I’m Mrs. Jones again.”
With the sunrise in her eyes, she tries to lace up Mikey’s shoes,
And up rolls Mr. Jones dressed in his single daddy blues.
Well he drives that loner Lexus while the wagon’s in the shop,
And he’s hopin’ she’ll pretend with him that they’re somethin’ that they’re not.
“Our boys may share a bus,” she said, “but that don’t mean we should talk.”
She said, “hey I like shiny cars and all, but I can tell yours has been around the block.”
“Things could be much worse, I could be wearing this ones ring!
Put that stick shift in reverse, I ain’t fallin’ for your thing.
Being strong ain’t fun, but it sure beats where I’ve been.
And I’ll gladly die a nun before I’m Mrs. Jones again.
There’s the Mr. Jones at the bus stop, and the one at the corner store
And the Mr. Jones from two doors down don’t come ‘round here no more
Mr. Clever down at the health club; I don’t know his real last name
Well it doesn’t matter much, you know, ‘cause they all turn out the same
I can’t keep up with the Jones’; I stopped tryin’ long ago
Me and Mike, we’ll be alright; just as long as we’re true to what we know
Things could be much worse, but I won’t make the same mistakes
I’ve got pictures in my purse, so I don’t dare forget those days
Old regrets die hard, some wounds may never mend
But I’ll buy me Billie’s Bar before I’m Mrs. Jones again.
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