Well, they’re still together
Because they drive each other crazy
That’s why
That’s the real answer
You look at Carl and Vicky
They were so happy
They were so happy
When they got together
And three years later
Boom
Split up
Can’t stand each other
But Will and Brianne?
Still going
And you look at Will and Brianne
All they do is fight
They fight, fight, fight
It’s like they can’t help themselves
Carl and Vicky
Never fought like that
Then one day
They’re just done
Everybody thinks that’s strange
But I know what’s what
If all you got going for each other
Is that you get along
You’re not going to last
You’re just not
You think your Dad and I
Stay together
Because we like each other?
Get out of here
Get out of here
We stay together
Because at least twice a day
We want to kill each other
And I’m not saying it’s love
I know it’s not love
But it’s pretty damn interesting
You gotta admit
Life is all about drama
All about attention
Some people don’t like attention
But I don’t have a clue
Who those people are
If you’re going through life
Just waking up
Making breakfast
Working, coming home
Kissing who you’re married to
And sitting around for a few hours
Waiting for bed
Pretty soon
You’re going to want a little hullabaloo
Now sometimes you get lucky
Or unlucky
And life throws a little hullabaloo at you
Free of charge
And when that happens
Maybe you stick together
Because you need
Somebody to lean on
And maybe you break apart
Because you find out
The person you’re with
Isn’t all that sturdy
But at least you get some excitement
And that’s what you gotta have
If you’re going to make it
Marriages are just one big movie
And if the movie’s boring
One or both of you
Is going to want to watch
Another movie
That’s just how it is
So fine, be with who you want to be with
But be with somebody
Who’s going to get your blood pumping
Be with somebody
Who’s going to make you
Want to pull your hair out
Every now and again
Be with someone
Who drives you a little nuts
And, you know, even if you aren’t always happy
You’ll always be married
Life just flies by
When you’re in the middle
Of a tornado
You might not think
That’s any way to live
But I’ll tell you something--
Most people die
Not liking the way they lived
At least if you do it my way
You die with somebody
Next to you
And that’s nothing to sneeze at, kid
In my opinion
That’s worth
A little trouble
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