Daddy's Comin' Home With The Crabs
© 2003
Author: Johnny Wilde
Another night, another drink, hear the glasses clink clink clink
The woman’s home, she’s all alone, standing by the telephone
So honey don’t boil that lobster
Daddy’s running his bar-tab
Honey don’t boil the lobster
Cause Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs
That gal is hot, the dinner’s not, it’s laying in the garbage pot
In the aftermath he’ll feel her wrath, he never should have crossed her path
So honey don’t boil that lobster
Daddy’s comin’ home in a cab
Honey don’t boil the lobster
Cause Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs
Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs sweet mama
Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs
So Honey don’t boil the lobster
‘Cause Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs
He’s out all night, gets in a fight, comes home with the morning light
Something’s wrong while he’s been gone his clothes are laying on the lawn
So honey don’t boil that lobster
Daddy’s got a big bar tab
Honey don’t boil the lobster
Cause Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs
Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs oh darlin'
Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs
So Honey don’t boil the lobster
‘Cause Daddy’s comin’ home with the crabs