Now most men in a married life have themselves a jar. It may not be up on the counter, but I bet it’s not off too far. And in that jar is a stack of jobs that make a better home. And to your wife that list just goes on and on and on. So I cooked me up a strategy to lighten up my days. When she pulls one out to give to me, this is what I say... I'll give it a lick and a promise, I'm just that kind of man. I'll give it a lick and a promise, I'm doin' the best I can. Now some of those jobs are simple, like takin’ out the trash. But some involve a ladder, and a whole lotta cash. There’s one about the closet, and one about the shed— I swear she’s hid a blueprint for the thoughts inside my head. I'll give it a lick and a promise, I'll give it a lick and a promise, I'm just that kind of man. I'll give it a lick and a promise, I'm doin' the best I can. I can never seem to do anything to her complete satisfaction. I swear I’m progress in motion, but I’m just losing traction. So one night I said, “Hey darlin’, how ‘bout you scratch my itch?” She smiled real slow and leaned in close— and tossed me back this pitch: “I’ll give it a lick and a promise,” she said with a wink and grin. So just just grab that jar on the counter— you’ll have to earn your win.” Everybody! Just give it a lick and a promise, no matter what’s your plan. Just a lick and a promise, We’re doin' the best we can. Just give it a lick and a promise, from the porch to the minivan. Just a lick and a promise, We’re doin' the best we can.
