That Daisy's hard to work with, Dancin' Fran. Don't tell her I said that. But I think I might have a tellin' of her tale you'll like. Check it out. Thanks a lot for introducing me to her. Ow!

Title: Daisy's On The War Path
All Rights Reserved, 09/21/2010
Writer: Fran Williams

Verse I)
I know you've all heard, "Hell hath no fury
Like a woman, when she feels scorned!"
I'm gonna tell you all about my woman, Daisy.
So don't none of ya' say you ain't been warned.

I left in the middle of an argument,
Said, "I'm goin' to the bar to have fun with my friends!"
I didn't realize all my mistakes 'til Daisy walked in,
Threw a beer bottle at me, Said, "Let the fun begin!"

(Chorus)
When Daisy's On The Warpath,
she becomes my bitter half.
She'll fight and bite and pull my hair.
Once she hit me with a kitchen chair!
She just gets madder when I laugh,
and say, "Daisy's On The Warpath!
Daisy's On The Warpath!"

Verse II)
Yes, it's true that hell hath no fury
Like a woman, who's been provoked.
Take care when your mouth flies open
A cute little bitty bear gets bigger when it's poked!

Don't leave in the middle of an argument
Only a damned fool would tell her exactly where he's goin'!
Just about when I think the war has stopped,
She finds more things I've done wrong. Venom starts a' flowin'!

(Chorus)
When Daisy's On The Warpath,
she becomes my bitter half.
She'll fight and bite and pull my hair.
Once she hit me with a kitchen chair!
She just gets madder when I laugh,
and say, "Daisy's On The Warpath!
Daisy's On The Warpath!"

(Bridge)
When you or she's had a few too many
Don't say, "You're showin' your DNA History!"
Don't tell 'er, "Now hold your temper!"
That just makes her madder!
She climbs down the family tree!

(Chorus)
When Daisy's On The Warpath,
she becomes my bitter half.
She'll fight and bite and pull my hair.
Once she hit me with a kitchen chair!
She just gets madder when I laugh,
and say, "Daisy's On The Warpath!
Daisy's On The Warpath!"

(Coda: Spoken dialogue.)
Com' on baby. Let's go home and talk about this.
Com' on baby. Put that bottle down.
You know I love ya.
No, it don't hurt much.
It'll quit bleedin' in a minute.
No, better let me drive.
No, I didn't mean nothin' by that!
No! But, baby, I just...Ow!
Okay. You drive. I'll meet ya back at the house.

Last edited by Gary E. Andrews; 05/06/19 10:33 AM.
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