Four Bitchin' Babes I Don't Think I'm Gonna Like It Lyrics

The look on my cat's face made me start to laugh
Fluffy watched me nervously as I filled her bath
Her eyes said, "I'll be going now, time to make my exit
I'm not sure what comes next, but I don't think I'm gonna like it."

You know the state of mind
You don't have to be psychic
You're not sure what comes next
But you don't think you're gonna like it

Your family is camping in the great outdoors
You'd rather have a root canal or maybe wax your floors
At bath time you take off your clothes
Up comes the local Boy Scout troop for their beans and weiner bake

You know the state of mind
You don't have to be psychic
You're not sure what they'll do
But you don't think you're gonna like it

The cute guy at the office finally asks you on a date
You're at a fancy restaurant and things are going great
He has a funny look after you go powder your nose
Then you realize you tucked your shirt inside your pantyhose You know the state of mind
You don't have to be psychic
You're not sure what he thinks
But you don't think you're gonna like it

Your husband has squared off with a thing called middle age
You remind yourself daily that it's just a stage
Then you're on the chandelier at age forty-something
In Victoria Secret underwear doing bungee jumping

Mom takes you to a concert it doesn't sound too bad
They're called "The Four Bitchin' Babes," it sounds totally rad
Could it be mom finally respects your teenage rights?
You're thinking it's Death Metal but it's Folk Music tonight

You know the state of mind
You don't have to be psychic
What scares you more is then
You find out that you like it

You know the state of mind
You don't have to be psychic
What scares you more is then
You find out that you like it