First Year Blues

Now I've been married about six months
Only six months you see
The first three months, was all okay
But the last three is killing me
My wife began her hissing, cut down on her kissing
And then she failed to shine my shoes
My shirts they came up wrinkled
My pants with dirt were sprinkled
And then I took the first year blues

Well then she started nagging
She left the sink a sagging
With dishes piled up high
No food upon the table, she said if she was able
She'd cook something bye and bye
Then I began to wonder, if I had made a blunder
When I said I do, she must have read my thinking
Her eyes began to blinking and that gal broke in to

Well I heard the dishes crashing
And I began to dashing getting out of sight
For right there was my honey
On who I'd spent my money, turning into dynamite
Then after she'd exploded, her meanness all unloaded
And things began to simmer down
I found myself a bleeding, and very much a needing
Of stitches taken all a round

Well then she started crying, I felt myself a sighing
And then I took her in my arms
I was afraid to scold her, so I just gently told her
She didn't do a bit of harm
Now the first six months is over, and I am much the older
And experienced with a wife
If I can stand the next six, my friends all say I'll be fixed
To take it the rest of my life