Mark McGuinn

Play ball.

[Band Plays]

I get up on Sunday, 'bout 8:15.
Just to get the paper, that I never read.
'Cause I know, she'll be there, barely in a robe.
Sittin' on her front porch, paintin' on her toes.
Her husband's always on the road!

[Chorus] Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy,
You don't know what you do to me!
Every night, I dream one day, of bein' with you.
Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy,
Your the neighborhood of beauty!
But that wedding ring's as ugly
As your husband is to you.

Hey!

[Band Plays]

Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls cryin' late at night,
'Cause her and Mr. Ugly have had another fight.
We talk a while, I hear her smile,
And then she says 'thank you'.
I tell her that she's welcome,
Like any friend would do.
I only wish she knew!

[Chorus]

Imagination...
Infatuation...
I'm what she deserves..
I wonder if she...thinks about me...
the way I think about her!

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

Hey!

Aww, Mrs. Rudy!

That wedding ring's as ugly to me...
As your husband is to you.

Mrs. Rudy!

You don't know...
You don't know what you do...
To me.