I'd rather be shot at sunrise,
rather be quartered and drawn
I'd rather go down in quicksand than
see these strange things going on
I'd rather be fed with arsenic,
with strychnine or lye
I'd rather be dead an d buried,
baby, I'm gonna tell you why
I just can't take your treat
ments no more
Well, you make a date with
Sammy
You've got a rendezvous with
Jack
You go to the show with
Billy
Baby, then you hurry back
Because you're going to dinner with
Eddie
Then you're going dancing with
Paul
While I'm workin' my
fingers to the bone
You are havin' yourself a ball
And I just
Can 't take your treatments no more
Well, I bought you a home, thought that would make you happy,
you moved in your brother,
my mother -in -law and your pappy,
you put your arms around me and say,
Daddy, love is grand.
The only time you love me is when
I got money in my hand
And I just can 't
take this treatment no more