's been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
's been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs - gonna stomp and shout
Nobody at the backdoor gonna throw my laundry out

She holds the shotgun while you dote-shay-doe
She wants one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
's 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
What you' gonna do to get into another one of these here rock'nroll 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, mamma, beneath your monkey-ranch

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 you' gonna do to get into another one of these here rock'nroll songs

I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough
I hope you hear this song and it pisses 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 you' gonna do to get into another one of these here rock'nroll songs

Oh Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong no, no
Oh, you can't be wrong no you can't be wrong - can't be wrong ooh