(Brian Wilson)
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I'm bugged at my ol' man
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Cause he's making me stay in my room
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(Darn my dad)
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I came in a little late
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And my ol' man he just blew his mind
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(Blew it bad)
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Why did he sell my surfboard?
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He cut off my hair in my sleep
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I wish I could see outside
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But he tacked up boards on my window
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(Gosh it's dark)
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I can't hit the surf, can't drag
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Can't do a dog-goned thing
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(Wish I could)
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I tried to call up my chick
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But he jerked my phone right out of the wall
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They gave me some breadcrumbs
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And a little glass of water
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And they're out there eating steak
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(Smells so good)
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I ripped up my wardrobe
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And I'm growing a beard
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Oh when will they let me come out
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I'd listen to my radio
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But he took it and he's using it in his own room
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(Now it's gone)
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I wish I could do some homework
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But I got suspended from school
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(Blew my cool)
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I'm bugged at my ol' man
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And he doesn't even know where it's at
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I'm Bugged At My Ol' Man
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| Beach Boys |
