A                      D               A 
I get up on Sundays a-bout eight fif-teen 
A                 D                 A 
Just to get the paper that I never read 
A                              D            A 
Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe 
A                            D               A 
Sittin' on her front porch painting on her toes 
               E 
Her husband always on the road 

     A            D              E               D 
Hey Mrs. Steven Ruby you don't know what you do to me 
D               E                D         A 
Every night I dream one day of being with you 
     A            D      E                       D 
Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty  
A                            D              E          
A   
But that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to 
you 
A A E D   A A E D 
 
 
A                           D              A 
Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night 
A                  D                     A  
Cause he and Mr. Ugly have had another fight 
A                                 D                  A 
We talk awhile I hear her smile then she says thank 
you 
A                       D                E           A 
I tell her that she's welcome like any friend would do 
    E 
I only wish that she knew 
 
Go to chorus 
A  A  A  E   A    A  A  A E  A    D              A    
I-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion I'm what she deserves 
A  A   A   E  A  A   A    A   E  A   D      A          
   E   
I won-der if she   thinks a-bout me the way I think 
about her 
 
 
Go to chorus, chorus, ending 
 
ENDING: 
Vamp on A A D E 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