My wife has a charge card. Til I got it the other day. I owe five hundred dollars. That’s just for yesterday. I said, “Honey, here’s a present. Go out an shop around. Get a couple a-dresses. An browse around downtown”. She did just what I told her. Bought one, two or three. Then came home lookin’ silly. Makin’ goo-goo eyes at me. Mastercharge, (mastercharge). I’m bringin’ back her card. Mastercharge, (mastercharge). I’m bringin’ back her card. Mastercharge (mastercharge). I’m bringin’ back her card. I said, “Did you get your dresses”? She said, “Yes, one or two. But I had to get me some shoes. An I needed some jewelry, too”. She had two hundred dollar dresses. That I could-a made, an I can’t sew. Fifty dollar pair a-shoes. An I thought (you so an so). Said, “What about the jewelry”? As calmly as I could. She said, “Honey, you’ll love them. They’re pure, African wood”. Mastercharge, (mastercharge). Im bringin’ back her card. Mastercharge, (mastercharge, heh-heh). I’m bringin’ back her card. Mastercharge, (go mastercharge on the thing). I’m bringin’ back her card. Let’s charge it, let’s charge it! (guitar solo & Instrumental) “They were two hundred dollars, an I paid one an a half!” I just didn’t believe it, so mad, I just had to laugh. I could see in my mind, on a horse like Paul Revere. I hate to check my mailbox, ’cause these bills keep comin’ here. Mastercharge (mastercharge). I’m bringin’ back her card. Mastercharge (mastercharge). I’m bringin’ back her card