Lyrics Don't Take After Me - The Features

Don't Take After Me

Never had good manners
Had pretty poor hygiene
Dirty words I seemed to learn
Naturally
Didn’t do my school work
So I didn’t make good grades
Always knew I’d pay for that
One day
When I was a baby
My father sat me on his knee
He said, «Always be a good child
Don’t take after me.»
Went through every ashtray
For half-smoked cigarettes
Opened up my window
Smoked the rest
Set my sister’s doll on fire
Liked huffing gasoline
Only books I ever read
Nudie magazines
When I was a baby
My father sat me on his knee
He said, «Always be a good child
Don’t take after me.»
Baby, be good
Learn from my mistakes
Do what you should
Baby, be good
Learn from my mistakes
Do what you should
Now I take my little babies
And I sit 'em on my knee
I say, «Always be a good child
Don’t take after me
Don’t take after me.»