Scarred For Life
It was late one night about half past ten
When my wife made me meet the witch
I was nervous and scared of the things to come
When I broke out in a terrible itch
We knocked on the door and I saw her shadow
It was blocking out all of the light
I was sweating and shaking from the the sound of her steps
And it gave me such a horrible fright
She opened the door and there she stood
The smell was awful for something was stinkin'
She had a tiny black beard that covered her face
And looked a little like Abraham Lincoln
Her voice sounded like a thrashing machine
As she said, "So this is your brand new man?"
My knees were wobbly and I couldn't even speak
As she stretched forth her infected hand
My throat was dry and I just couldn't breathe
For the hair on her back was thick
It tickled my nose when she turned around
And I knew I was gonna be sick
Well that's my story and I'm scarred for life
It was the scariest thing that I've ever saw
At least that's the way it was for me
When I first met my mother-in-law
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