C'mon, C'mon, C'mon - Paul Westerberg

It was a dog not a lady I reckon

I don’t stand for any more of it

I’ll bite his hand next time he beckons

«C'mon c’mon c’mon little bitch»

«C'mon c’mon c’mon little bitch»

A woman’s place ain’t in the house

But that joker ain’t learned it yet

Slap the taste right out of his mouth

«C'mon c’mon, c’mon little bitch»

«C'mon c’mon, c’mon little bitch»

That guy’s an old-fashioned ho

He’s out running wild

But that shit don’t fly no more

«C'mon, c’mon, c’mon little child

«C'mon, c’mon, c’mon little child

«C'mon c’mon c’mon

Let’s give a little pride

I said a-hey hey hey now baby (a-hey hey hey now baby)

I said a-hey hey hey (hey hey hey)

His steel empire has not fallen

He’s conquered you, now ain’t that rich

I’m out and shouting next time he starts calling

«C'mon, c'mon, c'mon little bitch»

«C'mon c’mon c’mon little bitch»

C’mon c’mon c’mon little bitch (I'll treat you good)

C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon (and with respect)

C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon (now that’s the least)

C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon (you can expect)

C’mon c’mon c’mon