I get up on Sunday, about eight-fifteen   Just to get the paper that I never read   'Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe   Sittin' on her front porch paintin' on her toes   Her husband's always on the road      Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy   You don't know what you do to me   Every night I dream one day of being with you      Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy   Your the neighborhood beauty   And that wedding ring is as ugly   As your husband is to you      Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls cryin' late at night   'Cause her and Mr.Ugly have had another fight   We talk a while and I hear her smile   When she says thank you, I tell her that she's welcome   Like any friend would do, I only wish she knew      Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy   You don't know what you do to me   Every night I dream one day of being with you      Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy   Your the neighborhood beauty   And that wedding ring is as ugly   As your husband is to you      Imagination, infatuation   I'm what she deserves   I wonder if she thinks about me   The way I think about her      Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy   You don't know what you do to me   Every night I dream one day of being with you      Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy   Your the neighborhood beauty   And that wedding ring is as ugly   As your husband is to you      Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy   You don't know what you do to me   Every night I dream one day of being with you      Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy   Your the neighborhood beauty   And that wedding ring is as ugly   As your husband is to you      Hey, oh Mrs. Rudy   That wedding ring is as ugly to me   As you husband is to you   Mrs. Rudy, you don't know   You don't know what you do to me