"Before He Cheats" is a song by American singer Carrie Underwood from her debut studio album, Some Hearts. Written by Chris Tompkins and Josh Kear, it was released as the fourth single from the album. The song tells the story of a woman taking revenge on her unfaithful partner.
In 2017,
Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley didn't shy from politics as the hosts of
Wednesday night's Country Music Association Awards. The country stars took on
President Donald Trump's tweeting habits with a parody of Underwood's hit song
"Before He Cheats."
The song
began with the lyrics:
"maybe next time he'll think before he
tweets", a play on Underwood's hit song 'Before he cheats'.
It went on:
"Right now he's probably in his PJs, watching cable news, reaching for his
cell phone.
"It's
fun to watch it that's for sure, 'til little 'Rocket Man' starts a nuclear war.
"Maybe
next time he'll think before he tweets."
Before He
Cheats Lyrics
Right now,
he's probably slow dancing
With a
bleached-blonde tramp
And she's
probably getting frisky
Right now,
he's probably buying her some fruity little drink
'Cause she
can't shoot a whiskey
Right now,
he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick
Showing her
how to shoot a combo
And he don't
know
I dug my key
into the side
Of his
pretty little souped up four-wheel drive
Carved my
name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville
Slugger to both headlights
Slashed a
hole in all four tires
Maybe next
time, he'll think before he cheats
Right now,
she's probably up singing some
White-trash
version of Shania karaoke
Right now,
she's probably saying, "I'm drunk"
And he's a
thinking that he's gonna get lucky
Right now,
he's probably dabbing on
Three
dollars worth of that bathroom Polo
Oh, and he
don't know
Oh, that I
dug my key into the side
Of his
pretty little souped up four-wheel drive
Carved my
name into his leather seats
I took a
Louisville Slugger to both headlights
Slashed a
hole in all four tires
Maybe next
time, he'll think before he cheats
I might've
saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the
next time that he cheats
Oh, you know
it won't be on me
No, not on
me
'Cause I dug
my key into the side
Of his
pretty little souped up four-wheel drive
Carved my
name into his leather seats
I took a
Louisville Slugger to both headlights
Slashed a
hole in all four tires
Maybe next
time, he'll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next
time, he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before
he cheats
Oh