The other ones are complete bullshit You want something corny?
You got it There's a house on my street
I'm the chap who lives in it
And it looks real neat
There's a car by the door
There's a tree on the sidewalk
I'll go for a drive in it
And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
He'll look for a place to sit The dog just bit my leg
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
My fine young son has turned out gay
My teenage daughter ran away Cut off my fingers in the door of my car
How could I do it?
My wife is proud to tell me
How could she do this to me? Of her love affairs
The dog just bit my leg
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be O.K. on any other day
Throw down the morning papers And it would be O.K. on any other day
The cups and plates are in a conspiracy
And spill my tea
I don't know what's wrong with me
I'm covered in misery The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be O.K. on any other day
And it would be O.K. on any other day
And it would be O.K. on any other day
And it would be O.K. on any other day.
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