For the use of ya imagination. \n\nWell, I woke up in the morning\nThere\'s frogs inside my socks\nYour mama, she\'s a-hidin\'\nInside the icebox\nYour daddy walks in wearin\'\nA Napoleon Bonaparte mask\nThen you ask why I don\'t live here\nHoney, do you have to ask?\n\nWell, I go to pet your monkey\nI get a face full of claws\nI ask who\'s in the fireplace\nAnd you tell me Santa Claus\nThe milkman comes in\nHe\'s wearing a derby hat\nThen you ask why I don\'t live here\nHoney, how come you have to ask me that?\n\nWell, I asked for something to eat\nI\'m hungry as a hog\nSo I get brown rice, seaweed\nAnd a dirty hot dog\nI\'ve got a hole\nWhere my stomach disappeared\nThen you ask why I don\'t live here\nHoney, I gotta think you\'re really weird.\n\nYour grandpa\'s cane\nIt turns into a sword\nYour grandma prays to pictures\nThat are pasted on a board\nEverything inside my pockets\nYour uncle steals\nThen you ask why I don\'t live here\nHoney, I can\'t believe that you\'re for real.\n\nWell, there\'s fist fights in the kitchen\nThey\'re enough to make me cry\nThe mailman comes in\nEven he\'s gotta take a side\nEven the butler\nHe\'s got something to prove\nThen you ask why I don\'t live here\nHoney, how come you don\'t move?
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