This Old Couch

Well, sometimes I wish we'd bought the

kind

That folds out into a bed

But it ain't too bad if you lay on your

side

And use the armrest for you head

Yeah, the springs are sprung and the

center sags

And the stuffing is sticking out

But it's times like these she ain't happy

with me

I thank God for this old couch

Yeah, right about now she's as P.O.'ed

As I've ever seen her be

And this pillow and blanket and a mighty

dirty look

Tells me where I'm gonna sleep

I learned a long time ago don't say

nothing

and soon she'll simmer down

And with a little bit of luck we'll kiss

and make up

Sitting right here on this old couch

CHORUS

Yeah, this old couch is a pretty safe

place

while she blows off a little steam

Well she's mad as hell but that's

alright

She ain't getting rid of me

'Cause there ain't no quitting

Just fogiving and forgetting

That's what love's about

and we both know I'll never go no

further

Than this old couch

It might take five minutes, take five days

It really all depends

On how long it takes for the begging and

the pleading

To finally start soaking in

Yeah, one of these days I'm gonna learn

Not to stick my big foot in my big mouth

Yeah, and maybe then

I won't have to spend so much time along

Yeah, Right -

,br> REPEAT CHORUS

Yeah, this old couch,br> Yeah, one potato, two potato, three

potato, four potato

I'm a couch potato

"Hey honey, you still mad?"

I'm sorry...A Lot!"