God Help My Man

There must be a real good reason why he ain't home yet There must be a real bad wreck slowing him down I'm hoping he blew a tyre, his old truck flipped and caught on fire 'Cause God help my man if he's fooling around If he's fooling around with some hussy he knows While I'm cooking his dinner and washing his clothes If he thinks he can come home and climb into my bed He's got another thing coming upside his head I hope there was a homeless hooker that he gave a hug to I pray that's her lipstick on his shirt this morning I found These seven numbers I see in his pocket better win the lottery 'Cause God help my man if he's fooling around If he's fooling around with some hussy he knows While I'm rocking his babies and washing his clothes If he thinks he can come home and climb into my bed He's got a frying pan coming upside his head I hope he's got a real good lawyer 'cause he's gonna need one 'Cause you know my daddy is the judge here in this small town By the time I'm through, I'm getting my half and I'm taking his too 'Cause God help my man if he's fooling around Yeah, God help my man if he's a fooling around