Picking Up After You Lyrics by Tom Waits, Crystal Gayle

Tom:
Here comes the bride, and there goes the groom
Looks like a hurricane went through this room
Crystal:
Smells like a pool hall, where's my other shoe
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Tom:
Looks like you spent the night in a trench
And tell me, how long have you been combin' your hair with a wrench
Crystal:
The roses are dead and the violets are too
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Tom:
Well, I've told you before, I won't tell you again
You don't defrost the icebox with a ball point pen
This railroad apartment is held together with glue
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Tom:
Because I know I've been swindled, I never bargained for this
What's more, you never cared about me
Crystal:
Why don't you get your own place so you can live like you do
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

Tom:
Take all your relatives and all of your shoes
Believe me, I'll really swing when you're gone
I'll be living on chicken and wine after we're through
With someone I pick up after you
Crystal:
With someone I pick up after you
Tom:
With someone I pick up after you
Crystal & Tom:
With someone I pick up after you