I want to be in the avant garde,
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But I'll never do it, it's just too hard.
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I wear the clothes like a pine head,
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But when it's 10:30, I'm off to bed.
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Chorus:
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Go to bed.
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Week night discos and late night movies
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Are indispensable to be called groovy.
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My friends go out at 11:30 p.m. -
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I'm meant to be in bed an hour before then.
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They go to clubs and then go berserk;
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I go to bed then go to work.
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They look at me and shake their heads,
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Just like they did when their mum said:
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To go with them would be heaven sent
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But staying out doesn't pay the rent.
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They look with pity on us conventional sheep;
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I wanna be an artist, but I just go to sleep.
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Mum said:
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"Skag, Fred?
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Of course
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Try horse."
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But Fred
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Shook head -
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Wet eyed
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Replied:
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"Mother,
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Rather
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Clean room,
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Sweep broom,
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Pass test -
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Do best."
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"Oh, son,
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No fun:
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Here's crack;
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Try smack.
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Homework's
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For jerks."
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"But mum,
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Listen -
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One day
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Straight A's
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I'll get.
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Effort,
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Damn it,
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'S worth it."
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"Bullshit.
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I knit
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Booties;
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Nappies
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I fold;
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I hold
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You tight
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At night -
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Now you
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Think you
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Know all!
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Gone all
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Straight guy!
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Where'd I
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Go wrong?
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Have bong,
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Syringe;
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Don't whinge -
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NO sums;
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No son
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Of mine
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Can't find
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Mainline,
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Sink scoob,
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Miss food,
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Skip school,
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Break rule,
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Paint train,
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Kill brain;
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Here Fred,
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Acid -
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Drop it.
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Stop it,
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This bluff:
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Straight stuff's
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A bore.
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No more.
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You'll part
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Mum's heart."
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Fred spoke:
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"I'll toke,
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Oh no,
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On no
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Drug pipe
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Tonight.
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No bong.
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It's wrong!
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Cocaine
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Rots brain.
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Need rest:
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Maths test
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Friday -
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Good day."
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So said
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Son Fred.
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He went to
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GO TO BED.
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Dazed And Confucious
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TISM |