Well I go to pet your monkey,
I get a face full of claws
I ask, "who's in the fireplace?"
and you tell me, "Santa Clause"
The milkman comes in, he's
wearing a derby hat
And you ask me why I don't
live here, Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well I ask for something to
eat, I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, sea weed,
and a dirty hot dog
I got a hole where my stomach
disappeared
And you ask me why I don't
live here, Honey, I got to think you're really weird.
Your grampa's cane, it turns
into a sword
Your gramma prays to pictures
that are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets,
your uncle steals
And you ask me why I don't
live here, Honey, I can't believe that you're for real.
Well there's fistfights in
the kitchen bad enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in, even
he's got to take a side
Even the butler, he's got
something to prove
And you ask me why I don't
live here, Honey, how come you don't move?
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