You can slam that telephone way on down
Cut your ears off to the ground
You can put your foot right through the floor
She ain't out of the picture no more
Tell that ba*tard it's a very fast world
And you ain't worried 'bout growin' old
You love her like a diamond in your breast
She sparkles the blood flowin' through your head
You gotta woman missin'
But she ain't missin' you
You gotta woman missin', hey mister
She ain't out of the picture
It's a personal private serious fact
The grapes of wrath swallowed up your past
It might take a quarter or ninety-nine years
For a good soft heart from deserted tears
You gotta woman missin'
But she ain't missin' you
You gotta woman missin', hey mister
She ain't out of the picture
She ain't out of the picture
She ain't out of the picture
You can slam that telephone way on down
Cut your ears off to the ground
You can put your foot right through the floor
She ain't out of the picture no more
(Chorus)