All women are crazy.
All men are dumb, 'cause though we know they're crazy, we still want some.
It's nothin' new, and it's sad but true - that we just can't quit 'em and we can't live with 'em.
What's a man to do?

Back in the Bible, there was a tree.
Lord said to Adam, 'Don't you eat that fruit.'
He said, 'Fine by me.'
But then along came Eve, lookin' to do wrong.
And on account of her curves and his lack of nerve, Adam went along.

'Cause all women are crazy.
All men are dumb.
'Cause, though we know they're crazy, we still want some.
It's nothin' new, and it's sad but true - that we just can't quit 'em and we can't live with 'em.
What's a man to do?

Take my old lady.
I bought her a gown.
We were fixin' to go out mixin' out on the town.
She said, "Do I look fat?"
I said, "Heck no.
Just a little round..."
And since that day, I've walked this way.
It hurts to sit down.

'Cause all women are crazy.
All men are dumb.
'Cause, though we know they're crazy, we still want some.
It's nothin' new, and it's sad but true - that we just can't quit 'em and we can't live with 'em.
What's a man to do?

Fellas, there comes a time in every woman's life...
About once a month, to be exact...
When they get kinda ornery.
Oh, they start kickin' and fussin' and fightin' and we don't know what's wrong with 'em.
But, in about a week or so, they generally come around.
And they'll look you right in the eye too.
And they'll say, 'I'm sorry, Honey, I was just PMSin'.'
Now, ladies, I feel for you.
I really do.
It's not an easy thing to go through.
But, since we already know the outcome, I'd like to propose a little experiment.
Boys, the next time your woman gets crazy...
Oh, say, about a month from now...
I want you to just look her right in the eye and I want you to ask her, "Honey, are you sure you're not just PMSin'?"
And you'd better grab your balls and run for the hills.

When I met my lady and asked for her hand, she was the calmest and the sweetest girl in all the land.
But then the ring went on, and she went all wrong.
And like a midnight thriller, she went Bridezilla.
She spat pea soup and become a killer.
She ate three kids and my auntie's wig and the pastor's dog.
Why?!

'Cause all women are crazy.
All men are dumb.
'Cause, though we know they're crazy, we still want some.
It's nothin' new, and it's sad but true - that we just can't quit 'em and we can't live with 'em.
You just can't shoot 'em, or you'll end in prison.
And the biker from Hell in your prison cell might take a shine to you.


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