Summary: A song for when a shrew isn?t a type of bird. --------------------------------------- My girl is foul-tempered She?ll yell and she?ll grunt That mean old woman Is a termagant Oh yeah, she?s a termagant Yeah she?ll boss me around Tells me just what to do Shakespeare couldn?t have tamed My mean old shrew Oh yeah, she?s a shrew She bossed me in Dallas Bossed me in Chicago Bossed me up in New York That girl?s a virago Oh yeah, a bossy virago And she nags and she nags Criticizes me sharply Like an ancient Greek monster That girl?s a harpy Oh yeah, she?s a harpy No, she?s not good looking She?s just skin and bone And she?s old as the hills That girl?s a crone Oh yeah, that girl?s a crone You might be wondering Why I just don?t leave her Well the truth of the matter is I?m no prize either Oh no, I?m no prize
