Announcer: Our next act is our very own singing waitress, Lurleen. (audience whoops) So I'm, uh, afraid drink service will stop for just a few moments. (audience boos) They're all yers. Homer: Stupid Marge tell me to shut up. Lurleen: Thank you. Tonight I'd like to try somethin' a little different. It's a song I wrote while I was mopping up your dried blood and teeth. Work all day for some old man Sweat and break your back. Homer: Your Wife Don't Understand You 2 Yeah. Lurleen: Then you go home to your castle, But your queen won't cut you slack. Homer: That's true. Lurleen: That's why you're losin' all your hair, That's why you're overweight. Homer: Uh-huh. Lurleen: That's why you flipped your pickup truck Right off the interstate. Homer: That's right! Except for the pickup truck. Lurleen: There's a lot of bull they hand you, There's nothin' you can do, Your wife don't understand you, but I do. No, your wife don't understand you, but I do. I said no one understands you but I do. Homer: Hey, hey, Lurleen. I gotta say somethin' to ya. Lurleen; I'm listenin'. Homer Your song touched me in a way I've never felt before. And which way to the can?