THE HALOS (Seven Arts 709 , 1961)

Oh baby you're a nag (nag, naggedy nag)
You're a nag,you're a nag, you're a nag

Would you go do this, and go do that? Nag
You're always tellin' me a what to do
I just can't seem to get a rid of you
You order me around just like a slave
You're gonna send me to an early grave
Would you go fix the bacon,go for the cokes
And rush down to the butcher shop and buy me a roast

When is the naggin ever gonna stop?
You always seem to be a blowin your top
One of these days I'm gonna loose my mind
Jump out the window then I'll feel real fine
If you go do this and go do that
And wash up all the dishes and don't talk back

When I married you,you were so sweet
Now you gave me the bread and taken all the meat
You're always screamin' a hollerin' loud
I'm gonna buy me a ticket to the nearest cloud

I don't know what to do you make me mad
And when I leave this place, I'll sure be glad
You're workin' me a-just like a horse
I guess you think you musta
Be my boss with a go do this and go do that, nag