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SON OF BUM
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expecting me to clean my house out
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under my fridge I found the roach bug
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they were eating my potatoes
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they even got to raise a fambly
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it aint no failing I just want 'em out
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I live in filth and now I want 'em out
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they dont even hep me to pay my rent
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they even eat the cash I hadn't spent
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the son of bum aint like a stink bug
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they aren't like the rolly pollies
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they dont behave like a cicada
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but there better than the crab bug
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if I could only dream about them
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and bathe them in the new age light
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I'd put cookies in my bedroom
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and gladly let them spend night in my bed
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in my bed
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SON OF BUM
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| The Gourds |
