This was mentioned in a thread called Food songs, but I thought it would be more appropriate here, since food is not its main theme:


THE FRYING PAN
As recorded by John Prine on "Diamonds in the Rough" (1972)

I come home from work this evenin'; there was a note in the fryin' pan,
Said: "Fix your own supper, babe; I run off with the Fuller brush man." An'—

CHORUS: I miss the way she used to yell at me, the way she used to cuss an' moan,
An' if I ever go out an' get married again I'll never leave my wife at home.

Well, I sat down at the table, screamed, an' I hollered an' cried,
An' I commenced to carryin' on till I almost lost my mind. 'Cause—CHORUS

If I ever see another salesman come a-knockin' at my door,
I'm gonna pick up a rock an' hit him on the head an' knock him down on the floor. 'Cause—CHORUS