(sung)
Dead bodies flying up in the sky
Pogo stick monkeys starting to fly
Fish in the poker house, seventy-five
American Bandstand making me cry
Dick Clark's monkey making me high
Locked inside this lovely womb
Me and the antidote, no more room
Sarah's in the doghouse playing with the cat
Why are the skinny people always like that?
Gotta get out to the grocery store
Running out of anger, gotta get more
Running into someone wherever he goes
Daddy says your music totally blows
Daddy's on his knees again, I think that he knows
Got no reason, take it all in stride
Glowing in the dark, no way to hide
Don't eat the chicken, broasted or fried
Lucky that your radio finally died
Gotta get out of the poser store
Running out of anger, got no more
Run into your father, kick him in the nose
Daddy's on his knees again, I think that he knows
Run into your father, kick him in the nose
Daddy's on his knees again, I think that he knows
Daddy says your music totally blows
Daddy says your music totally blows
Daddy says your music totally blows
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