A5 D5 A5 I get up on Sundays a-bout eight fif-teen A5 D5 A5 Just to get the paper that I never read A5 D5 A5 Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe A5 D5 A5 Sittin' on her front porch painting on her toes E5 Her husband always on the road A5 D5 E5 D5 Hey Mrs. Steven Ruby you don't know what you do to me D5 E5 D5 A5 Every night I dream one day of being with you A5 D5 E5 D5 Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty A5 D5 E5 A5 But that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to you A5 A5 E5 D5 A5 A5 E5 D5 A5 D5 A5 Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night A5 D5 A5 Cause he and Mr. Ugly have had another fight A5 D5 A5 We talk awhile I hear her smile then she says thank you A5 D5 E5 A5 I tell her that she's welcome like any friend would do E5 I only wish that she knew Go to chorus A5 A5 A5 E5 A5 A5 A5 A5 E5 A5 D5 A5 I-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion I'm what she deserves A5 A5 A5 E5 A5 A5 A5 A5 E5 A5 D5 A5 E5 I won-der if she thinks a-bout me the way I think about her Go to chorus, chorus, ending ENDING: Vamp on A5 A5 D5 E5 for this whole ending Awwww Mrs. Rudy that wedding ring is ugly to me As your husband is to you Mrs. Rudy Don't know don't know what you do to me