It was an early Thursday afternoon
when she skinned us alive
and blamed it on her mother.
And now when she heads out in her "sunday best,"
I'm wrapped around her neck,
but she won't admit.
A yellow-belly isn't gonna' have the guts,
but sometimes, son, they still get the glory.
It's like the story of the thirsty fish
that jumped Bailey Bridge,
and wouldn't admit it.
You wonderful waste of space,
who quotes 'Amazing Grace,'
raising up your right hand
with a little X behind your back.
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