Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town 
Been a whole lot happier without her face around 
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout, 
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out 
She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do 
She want one man made of 
Hercules and 
Cyrano Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone 
Little miss, 
Little miss, 
Little miss can't be wrong 
Little miss, 
Little miss, 
Little miss can't be wrong 
Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong. 
Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong 
What'cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock 'n' roll songs? 
Other peoples' thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs 
Would it be so bad to simply turn around 
You cook so well, all nice and 
French You do you brain surgery too, momma, with a monkey wrench 
Little miss, 
Little miss, 
Little miss can't be wrong... 
I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough 
Hope you hear this song and it pisses you off 
I take that back 
I hope you're doing fine 
And if I had a dollar 
I might give you ninety-nine 
Little miss, 
Little miss, 
Little miss can't be wrong....