words and music by Michael J. Parker and Rick Paul

Little plaster
Little paint
Cup of coffee
Aching brain
He’s hopin’ the landlord don’t call
Fixin’ the hole in the wall

Cursin’ his temper
Nursin’ his pride
She’s madder than hell
And there’s tears in her eyes
He’s guessin’ he’d better start small
Fixin’ the hole in the wall

He won’t blame the liquor
He can’t blame his baby
Just says he’s been stressed out
Angry and crazy
He’d never hurt her
But this time he came close
He can’t fix it with flowers
Or little love notes

Tried sayin’ he’s sorry
He tried I love you’s
But she just looked scared
Is this what they’ve come to
She won’t let him touch her at all
So he’s fixin’ the hole in the wall

Little plaster
Little paint
Cup of coffee
Aching brain
There’s a number she wants him to call
After fixin’ the hole in the wall

Yeah, there’s a number he’s sure gonna call
After fixin’ the hole in the wall