Before being a man
With an ink on his pail
My lady called me up
She tried to hit me with a mop
I can't stand it anymore more
Can't stand it anymore more
Can't stand it anymore more
But you say we'll just come back, would it be
alright
You say we jsut come back, would it be alright
I live with thirteen dead cats
A purple there with spats
And they're living out in the hall
And I can't stand it anymore
I can't stand it anymore more
Can't stand it anymore more
Can't stand it anymore more
But you say we'll just come back, would it be
alright
You say we jsut come back, would it be alright
It's all clear to me
With an ink on his pail
I hear you coming up
And try to hit me with a mop
I can't stand it anymore more
Can't stand it anymore more
Can't stand it anymore more
But you say we'll just come back, would it be
alright
You say we jsut come back, would it be alright
Be alright
Be alright
Be alright ...