Lyrics – My Shirt and I
My shirt and I, we don’t get along
My shirt and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
It clashes with my old tie dye
It’s much too long, but it’s just my size
Oh no, we don’t get along
My dog and I, we don’t get along
My dog and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
She’s a hyperactive, nervous, barking, runway beast
Full of hair and pee, but her therapy is… healing
And her love unconditional
My daughter and I, we don’t get along
My daughter and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
She slams the door, makes her momma mad
LOL, I’m still her dad
You know, she’s simply amazing
My wife and I, we don’t get along
My wife and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
Half the time I’m trouble to her
The other half she is troubling me
And the other half
We go together like honey and biscuit
My God and I, we don’t get along
My God and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
He’s got an office on the top floor of heaven, I hear
Makes me wonder, what am I doing here
I think… I may have an answer
These things we know the best
Hold us to a very special test
While we may not always get along
We are divine if our love is strong