The earth can quivver and quake The heavens shivver and shake But hell hath no fury Not half the fury Of a woman whose been scorned The wind can scream in the night The rain can teem in the night But hell hath no fury Not half the fury Of a woman whose been scorned You'll find when she's calm She's a sly sister Her calm is the calm Before the storm mister That calm has the feel of a real twister The only solution Is in retribution That flash of lightning you fear Will soon be frightening to hear So don't say you haven't been warned Hell hath no fury Not a fraction of the fury Of a woman Whose been scorned