Sittin in tha Kitchen
(Verse 1) Woke up this morning with a vision in my head Deep blue water, not this messy unmade bed I’m dreaming ‘bout the bass, I’m dreaming ‘bout the lake But I’m stuck here in the kitchen for goodness sake Got my tackle box ready, got my lucky graphite pole But I’m trapped in the house losing all my self-control I’m sitting on the counter, staring at the floor While my lady’s at the sink, man, she’s giving me what-for. (Chorus) I just wanna go fishing, leave the world behind Cast a line out in the water, get some peace of mind But the situation’s sticky and the mood is switching ’Cause I’m sitting in the kitchen and my butt starts itching! Yeah, my butt starts itching and my wife won’t quit bitching I’m just trying to go fishing, stop the kitchen-table-tripping! (Verse 2) She’s talking ‘bout the dishes, she’s talking ‘bout the rug She’s talking ‘bout the leak and some giant water bug I’m trying to be a listener, I’m trying to be a saint But I’m squirming on this tile like I’m gonna hit a faint See, it’s a phantom tingle, it’s a deep-seated scratch And I can’t even reach it ‘cause she’s watching every patch She says, "Are you even listening? You’re acting like a fool!" I say, "Honey, I’m just ready for the ripples in the pool!" (Chorus) I just wanna go fishing, leave the world behind Cast a line out in the water, get some peace of mind But the situation’s sticky and the mood is switching ’Cause I’m sitting in the kitchen and my butt starts itching! Yeah, my butt starts itching and my wife won’t quit bitching I’m just trying to go fishing, stop the kitchen-table-tripping! (Bridge) She’s ranting ‘bout the mother-in-law coming for a stay I’m wondering if the catfish are biting down the bay I’m doing a little wiggle, trying to be discreet While she’s listing every chore from the ceiling to my feet It’s a rhythmic little shimmy, it’s a kitchen-counter dance I just need to get these waders on and take a sporting chance! (Verse 3) "The lawn needs a mow! The gutters are a mess!" I’m nodding like a bobber, under all this stress The itch is getting wilder, it’s a fire, it’s a flare And she’s mid-sentence yelling ‘bout the laundry over there Finally I lose it, I jump up off the seat I grab my bucket of worms and I make a fast retreat I’m yelling "See ya later!" as I’m sprinting out the door I’ll scratch it in the boat where she can’t lecture me no more! (Outro) Yeah, I’m headed to the dock. Free at last. Keep the kitchen, I’ll take the bass. (Scratching sounds) Ah, that’s the spot. Now throw the line... And be quiet.
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(Verse 1) Woke up this morning with a vision in my head Deep blue water, not this messy unmade bed I’m dreaming ‘bout the bass, I’m dreaming ‘bout the lake But I’m stuck here in the kitchen for goodness sake Got my tackle box ready, got my lucky graphite pole But I’m trapped in the house losing all my self-control I’m sitting on the counter, staring at the floor While my lady’s at the sink, man, she’s giving me what-for. (Chorus) I just wanna go fishing, leave the world behind Cast a line out in the water, get some peace of mind But the situation’s sticky and the mood is switching ’Cause I’m sitting in the kitchen and my butt starts itching! Yeah, my butt starts itching and my wife won’t quit bitching I’m just trying to go fishing, stop the kitchen-table-tripping! (Verse 2) She’s talking ‘bout the dishes, she’s talking ‘bout the rug She’s talking ‘bout the leak and some giant water bug I’m trying to be a listener, I’m trying to be a saint But I’m squirming on this tile like I’m gonna hit a faint See, it’s a phantom tingle, it’s a deep-seated scratch And I can’t even reach it ‘cause she’s watching every patch She says, "Are you even listening? You’re acting like a fool!" I say, "Honey, I’m just ready for the ripples in the pool!" (Chorus) I just wanna go fishing, leave the world behind Cast a line out in the water, get some peace of mind But the situation’s sticky and the mood is switching ’Cause I’m sitting in the kitchen and my butt starts itching! Yeah, my butt starts itching and my wife won’t quit bitching I’m just trying to go fishing, stop the kitchen-table-tripping! (Bridge) She’s ranting ‘bout the mother-in-law coming for a stay I’m wondering if the catfish are biting down the bay I’m doing a little wiggle, trying to be discreet While she’s listing every chore from the ceiling to my feet It’s a rhythmic little shimmy, it’s a kitchen-counter dance I just need to get these waders on and take a sporting chance! (Verse 3) "The lawn needs a mow! The gutters are a mess!" I’m nodding like a bobber, under all this stress The itch is getting wilder, it’s a fire, it’s a flare And she’s mid-sentence yelling ‘bout the laundry over there Finally I lose it, I jump up off the seat I grab my bucket of worms and I make a fast retreat I’m yelling "See ya later!" as I’m sprinting out the door I’ll scratch it in the boat where she can’t lecture me no more! (Outro) Yeah, I’m headed to the dock. Free at last. Keep the kitchen, I’ll take the bass. (Scratching sounds) Ah, that’s the spot. Now throw the line... And be quiet.