(C7-9)there must be something that you (B7-9) lack
everytime you leave she takes you (C7-9) back
I think you just got away with a (B7-9) lie (stop)
well that’s just whipped cream on a cow pie
(back to original pattern)

another cheesy bar another whiskey and rye
another round of ‘your place or mine’
call her up and tell her you’ll be late
no suprise in her voice, she doesn’t hesitate
as much as tells you ‘honey take your time’

under the covers its sticky and damp
with shakin hands you reach for the lamp
you’re having fun now but you’re gonna die
and that’s just whipped cream on a cow pie

you're always looking for a taste that's new
but you can't have your cake and eat it too
on the porch you stop and linger
checkin for scent upon your fingers
and kid yourself she hasn't got a clue

now inside sittin with a gun and a drink
pushed a little too close to the brink
you're in for one unpleasant suprise
and it ain't just whipped cream on a cow pie