| My son, my beautiful child
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| You’ve brought me joy, you’ve made me smile
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| But now that you’re grown and you’re a man
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| Why are you still here? |
| I don’t understand
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| It’s time to get your ass out of my house
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| I don’t care where you go
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| I just want you to know
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| You’ve got to get your ass out of my house
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| Seriously
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| Why do you still live with me?
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| Year after year
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| You’re always here
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| So let me be clear
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| I want you to disappear
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| Just in case you had any doubt
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| It’s time to get your ass out
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| (Spoken interlude)
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| Okay, I get it. |
| I should have packed up the closet. |
| You’re right.
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| You’re totally right. |
| You don’t have to keep singing
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| My son, perhaps that was mean
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| But I think you should know how frustrated I’ve been
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| That Dad and I can’t have sex as loud as we want
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| So follow along with this highlighted font
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| And please just get your ass out of my house
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| 'Cause I’m not in the mood
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| To keep on buying your food
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| Good God, just get your ass out of my house
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| My church friends think it’s a shame
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| They say my son is so lame
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| (Spoken)
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| What’s up with the random rowboats?
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| (Song)
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| You can sleep in the park
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| You can sleep on a bus
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| You can live anywhere
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| As long as it’s not with us
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| Thanks to your feet, this house smells like sauerkraut
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| So my dear child, get your ass out |