Bang The Skillet

Well, she bang the skillet on my head tonight and I was hurtin'
She made me sad for I know not what I do
Before she makes me cry and makes me sleep outside
I got to know why, tell me why

Now if I rest my head on a pillow tonight I will be happy
If he rests his head on a pillow tonight he will be cool
So, why you make me cry and make me sleep outside
I got to know why, tell me why

Bang the skillet, bang the skillet tonight

*Guitar Solo*

I ask what's cooking in your pot, I get the pan handle
And if I ask you to stop, I get the end of a broom
Oh, what makes your blood run hot, so high, to make you get out the pot and hit me no reason why
Tell me why, I got to know why

*Horn Solo*

Well, she bang the skillet on my head tonight and I was hurtin'
She made me sad for I know not what I do
So, why you make me cry and make me sleep outside
I got to know why, tell me why, please tell me why

Bang the skillet, bang the skillet tonight
Bang the skillet, bang the skillet tonight
Bang the skillet, bang the skillet tonight
Bang the skillet, bang the skillet tonight