Gone To The Y

Hey, little brother, are they at it again?

You heard the motor fire up and the car door slam

He's gone to the Y to sleep it all off

He won't be back 'til morning.

She's pacing the porch around and around

Crying soft and whispering loud

Ah, she's crying soft and she's whispering loud

And if you listen close you can make it out.

She's saying: 'Wait till I get I my hands on him'

'He's gonna wish he'd never been born again'

'Soon as I get my hands on him'

'He's gonna wish he'd never been born'.

They had their good sides in and the bad side showing

You couldn't tell 'em apart when they really got going

'Cause their voices got higher like cats on a fence

And neither one made a lick of sense.

It's happened before and it'll happen again

He won't be back till morning.

She's saying: 'Wait till I get I my hands on him'

'He's gonna wish he'd never been born again'

'Soon as I get my hands on him'

'He's gonna wish he'd never been born'.

She's mad as a wet hen but she's all right

Better get some sleep while it's nice and quiet

I know it looks bad now but I got no doubt

He'll be back home when church lets out.

He's just gone to the Y to sleep it all off

He won't be back till morning

Gone to the Y to sleep it all off

He won't be back till morning.