| Whenever I am naughty, whenever I am bad
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| Whenever I do something that makes my parents mad
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| Like the time I bit the mailman or left stuff on the floor
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| My parent’s say, «Why can’t you be like the boy who lives next door?»
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| He always makes his bed and he always eats his food
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| He likes his itty, bitty sister and he’s never ever rude,
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| And when I don’t eat what’s on my plate, my parents both will say,
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| «He Eats Asparagus, why can’t you be that way?»
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| He is never dirty, he always takes a bath,
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| He loves to do his homework too, especially math.
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| At school he is an angel, he always sits up straight,
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| He’s always very helpul and he never comes in late.
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| He always says, «I'm sorry,""Excuse me,""Thank you,""Please,»
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| He always dresses nicely, not like me.
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| He’s never spilt his milk, lost a glove or slammed a door,
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| Stuck out his tongue or giggled in school or left things on the floor
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| He goes to bed at nine each night and brushes all his teeth,
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| And Mommy wishes I was him and that he was me.
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| I’ve never even seen him burp, he does what he is told,
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| But the boy next door is thirty four years old |