e came homeI fixed him his drink as usualYou know, some guys just can not hold their arsenicHe had it coming, he had it comingHe took a flower in its primeAnd then he used it and he abused itIt was a murder but not a crimeNow, I am standing in the kitchenCarvin' up the chicken for dinnerAnd in storms my husband Wilbrin in a jealous rageYou been screwin' the milkmanHe says and he kept sayin'You bee