| My father cut his toe off
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| In a rotary lawn mower
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| And my mother burst a blood vessel
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| When my younger brother went to jail
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| So I told her not to worry
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| Not to get in such a flurry
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| We’re just an ordinary family
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| With the usual calamity
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| When I was just a virgin lad
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| My mother faked a suicide
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| Because she found the tell-tale sign
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| Of puberty upon the sheets
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| So I told her not to worry
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| Not to get in such a flurry
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| We’re just an ordinary family
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| With the usual calamity
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| We always try to look our best
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| We always take care when we dress
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| We always wear clean underwear
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| In case we’re in an accident
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| When I become a married man
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| With children of my very own
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| Will I lay my inhibitions on
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| And criticise their sexuality?
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| Will I use them to protect respect?
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| Will I try to own them flesh and bone?
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| Or will I be their equal friend?
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| Encouraging their new ideas?
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| For the future lies within their hands
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| And the salvation of all these lands
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| Yes, the ordinary family
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| Is the only way to set us free
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| Set us free, set us free
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| Set us free, set us free
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| Set us free |