| Verse 1:
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| I guess it all started when I woke up this morning
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| Everything seemed okay
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| 'Til I let my pet snake get loose in the kitchen
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| Now I’ve been in trouble all day
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| Verse 2:
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| I got some paint on the wall, a pretty orange color
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| And a little on the carpet and floor
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| I covered it up with mom’s coat from the closet
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| That she says she can’t wear anymore
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| Chorus:
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| I’ve had a bad, bad day
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| Not like I thought it would be
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| I’ve had a bad, bad day
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| It seems like everyone’s pickin' on me
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| Verse 3:
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| I put some sand in my grandpa’s tobacco
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| And he frowned at me all day
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| Then I hid his pipe 'cause it smells when he smokes it
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| He shouldn’t smoke anyway
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| Verse 4:
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| So between mom’s coat and my grandpa’s tobacco
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| Life can be rough on a kid
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| They’ve almost worn out the seat of my britches
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| It don’t hurt much now, but it did
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| Chorus (x2). |