Mark Mcguinn - Mrs. Steven Rudy lyrics

Play ball. [Band Plays] I get up on Sunday, 'bout 8:15. Just to get the paper, that I never read. 'Cause I know, she'll be there, barely in a robe. Sittin' on her front porch, paintin' on her toes. Her husband's always on the road! [Chorus] Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy, You don't know what you do to me! Every night, I dream one day, of bein' with you. Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy, Your the neighborhood of beauty! But that wedding ring's as ugly As your husband is to you. Hey! [Band Plays] Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls cryin' late at night, 'Cause her and Mr. Ugly have had another fight. We talk a while, I hear her smile, And then she says 'thank you'. I tell her that she's welcome, Like any friend would do. I only wish she knew! [Chorus] Imagination... Infatuation... I'm what she deserves.. I wonder if she...thinks about me... the way I think about her! [Chorus] [Chorus] Hey! Aww, Mrs. Rudy! That wedding ring's as ugly to me... As your husband is to you. Mrs. Rudy! You don't know... You don't know what you do... To me.