| Hey, I’ve got a commentary without much to say
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| You know those damn kids drive me crazy every day
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| But all I’ve ever think is something to complain…
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| And all I wish that they would all just go away
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| 'Cause all I really want is to be just like them
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| Just wanna be just like them…
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| Just wanna be just like them…
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| Just wanna be just like them
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| Hey, I’ve got a commentary without much to say
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| If you forgive me, I’ll be getting on my way
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| And I forgot the whole damn point of this whole song
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| And I’m complaining now, complaining for so long…
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| For so long…
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| For so long
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| I really want all those things that I can’t have
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| All I really want to is to have you so bad
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| Hey, those stupid kids have really gotten out of hand
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| And now I think it’s time we all take up a stand
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| And then together, we can raise our voices high…
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| Our voices high…
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| Our voices high
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| Hey, though at this moment, I can’t think of what we’d say
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| I guess we really want to be just like them…
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| Just want to be just like them…
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| Just want to be just like them…
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| Just want to be just like them
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| Hey, I’ve thought a thousand times about this day
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| I’ve been expecting it in each and every way
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| The possibilities preoccupy my mind
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| And I’m so fortunate to be so very kind…
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| So very kind…
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| So very kind
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| What I really want is all those things that I can’t have
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| What I really want is to have you so bad
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| What I really want is all those things that I can’t have
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| What I really want is to have you so bad
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| I’m so jealous, I can barely see straight from my head
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| And it burns on the inside till I wish I was dead
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| Please, Mama, don’t be angry with me
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| Please, Papa, don’t be angry with me
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| And I’m so sick and tired of all those stupid things you say
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| And this fucking monkey sitting on my back won’t go away!
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| And I’m still standing here with my dick in my hand
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| Waiting for an invitation to the Promised Land!
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| Please, Mother
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| Don’t be angry with me
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| Please, Father
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| Don’t be angry with me
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| Hey, I’ve got a commentary without much to say
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| And all those damn kids drive me crazy every day
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| But all I ever think is something to complain…
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| To complain…
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| To complain
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| Hey, I really wish that they would all just go away
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| 'Cause all I really want is to be just like them…
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| Just wanna be just like them…
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| And I’m so sick and tired of all those stupid things you say
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| And this fucking monkey sitting on my back won’t go away!
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| And I’m still standing here with my dick in my hand
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| Waiting for an invitation to the Promised Land!
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| Please, Mother
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| Don’t be angry with me |