: Sometimes my world goes upside down Sometimes I see things backwards When I go walking in town, can't get back home Someimes I see things right to
: Enough's enough's enough's enough This year's been really really rough Hey Dad... What'd you do with mother Hey Dad... Why'd you hide your brother
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da I don't know what you mean about nasty feelings, it's Let me help you out of this,
Enough's enough's enough's enough This year's been really really rough Hey Dad... What'd you do with mother Hey Dad... Why'd you hide your brother I
All the neighbours never see me But they wonder why I walk around at night he gets hungry - I go hunting In the moonlit streets For somebody that's right
In an upstairs room, under lock and key It's my brother, Former Lee All the mops and brooms keep him company Misconceived of the family Former Lee Warmer
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I got a job in Atlanta in a mall playing Santa Not because of any talent but because I was the only one the suit would fit Everybody shopping, little
Scarlet wants to hold me, wearing just a red-veiled hat Sheba's in the shadows waiting for her turn at bat In the parlour where the lights are low A
Sometimes my world goes upside down Sometimes I see things backwards When I go walking in town, can't get back home Someimes I see things right to left
: Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da I don't know what you mean about nasty feelings, it's Let me help you out of this
Well, we got no choice All the girls and boys Makin' all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well, we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don
You're the star, you're the face You got the look that can erase You look the world right in the eye Stare 'em down, baby, make 'em cry Well, I know
I call you every hour on the telephone I work my fingers right down to the bone I even got you a chihuahua so you wouldn't be alone Got you you a trailer
I'm in control, I got a bulletproof soul And I'm full of self-esteem I invented myself with no one's help I'm a prototype supreme I sit upon my private
You got your sugar You got your spice You got a kitten Now isn't that nice You just can't wait for a picnic in Spring I just get nauseous When I think
When I was a boy I never played with toys Never had a friend, never laughed or cried much And when I was a boy my father was a man With a strict and sturdy