Since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier
Without her face around
Nobody upstairs
Gonna stomp and shout
Nobody at the back door
Gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun
While you dote-se-doe
She want one man
Made of Hercules and Cyrano
Been a whole lot easier
Since the bitch is gone
Little Miss, Little Miss
Can't Be Wrong
Little Miss, Little Miss
Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Ain't no body gonna bow no more
When you sound your gong
Little Miss, Little Miss
Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Whatcha go'n do to get into
Another one of these here
Rock 'n' roll songs
Other people's thoughts
They ain't your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad
To simply turn around
You cook so well,
All nice and French
You do your brain surgery too,
Mama, with a monkey wrench
Little Miss, Little Miss
Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Ain't no body gonna bow no more
When you sound your gong
Little Miss, Little Miss
Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Whatcha go'n do to get into
Another one of these here
Rock 'n' roll songs
I hope them cigarettes
Are gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song
And it pissed you off
I take that back:
I hope you're doing fine
And if I had a dollar,
I might give you ninety-nine
Little Miss, Little Miss
Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Ain't no body gonna bow no more
When you sound your gong
Little Miss, Little Miss
Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Whatcha go'n do to get into
Another one of these here
Rock 'n' roll song