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 out the back door gonna throw my laundry out She hold the shotgun while you dote-se-doe 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 Whatcha go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs? Other people's 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 your, brain surgery too mama, with a monkey wrench. 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'd ya go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs? I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough Hope you hear this song and it pissed 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 Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong What'd ya go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs?