Now when your mom wakes up, and she will, cause she knows I hate that
I hate my life. Can't eat, can't sleep, can't bury my wife in the backyard
Please, Peg, if you have any feelings for me, don't make me make love to you
You know Peg, I hate it when your mother weebles down here for her little midnight snacks which last until 9 in the morning
