Our next-door neighbor Tammy's sure a looker And I know she's told you everything she's learned
And that the genie down the street's a shark at snooker But all them irons in the fire will get your birth
Cause this gal you call a wife is getting weary And you'll wait some morning, find the worm has turned
Cause I won't be sitting home and watching reruns And all them irons in the fire will get your birth
Now Loretta may be slim and very pretty But you better play it safe where I'm concerned
And Dolly may be built the way you like them But all them irons in the fire will get your birth
Cause this gal you call a wife is getting restless You'll come home one night and find just what you've earned
I'll just leave a note to subtly remind you That all them irons in the fire got your birth
Now Carolyn may have the form for golfing But there's a putter too that even I have learned
And you'll find a hole in one ain't so rewarding When all them irons in the fire get your birth
Cause this gal you call a wife's been slow and easy And you've gotten more from me than you have earned
You may be a pro, but he's betting zero When all them irons in the fire get your birth
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