| So it’s clear that he isn’t man enough
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| To fulfill our expectationcy
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| Knowingly accepted mental poverty
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| Since he filled the application out
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| He has been replaced
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| Calendar reads: Boxing Day
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| Pack your bags, this town isn’t big enough
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| Tell your mother, scenery must change
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| Tell your father that it’s much too late
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| You’re a grown man in your keeper’s cage
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| Wipe that smile away
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| And keep your fingers away from my face
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| Send him off to base camp
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| Come home Boxing Day
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| You stay out of trouble
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| Son, don’t bring me trouble
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| Now
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| Don’t bring me trouble now
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| Shut your mouth while I read you all your rights
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| Don’t be smarter than you were before
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| Don’t be showing off obvious flaws
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| Don’t be anything we can’t ignore
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| Don’t be such a bore
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| And don’t be coming around here no more
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| Send him off to base camp
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| Come home, Boxing Day
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| You stay out of trouble
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| Son, don’t bring me trouble
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| Now
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| Don’t bring me trouble now
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| A pair of arms, too short to reach
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| A pair of feet, too long to leap
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| A pair of lips, too big to miss
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| Smile lovingly to some freak who can’t kiss
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| Don’t bring me trouble now
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| Don’t bring me trouble now
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| Don’t bring me trouble now |