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From Frank Zappa's album: Weasels Ripped My Flesh

You know, your mama and your daddy
Saying I^,m no good to you
They call me dirty from the alley
Till I don^,t know what to do
I get so tired of sneakin^, around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and
Your mama jumped out, screamin^,
"Don^,t come back no more"
I can^,t take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad

Later I tried to call you
Your mama told me you weren^,t there
She told me don^,t bother to call again
Unless I cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin^, around
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Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and
Your mama jumped out, screamin^,
"Don^,t come back no more"

Later I tried to call you
Your mama told me you weren^,t there
She told me don^,t bother to call again
Unless I cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin^, around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and
Your mama jumped out, screamin^,
"Don^,t come back no more"
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
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