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| Bobs My, I'm Large Johnny's Room There are two things I can't stand And one of them is your mom What is just as bad is your dad Why did we have to come? This is the Eighties, it should be understood That we sleep together We've been together for a month now Why are they so uptight? When they invited us to dinner I didn't know it meant "spend the night" I helped with dishes Your mother told me all about when you were small And then she said: Before it gets too late I'll show you where you'll sleep tonight You'll share a room with Johnny (Repeat) Over B and B, we watched TV Me and you and your mom and dad When the news came on, your dad yawned And said "Come on, dear, let's go to bed" We stayed on the couch there And then your dad came downstairs and said "Hey, kids, let's go!" I bumped my head getting into bed In Johnny's lower bunk I couldn't sleep, 'cause the little creep Snored and his tennis shoes stunk I listened to this fish tank And the bubbles seemed to be saying to me: Before it gets too late I'll show you where you'll sleep tonight You'll share a room with Johnny (Repeat) At two a.m. I couldn't help myself I tiptoed down the hall to your door But then your dad came out and said "Where are you going?" "I guess I lost my way to the bathroom" Before it gets too late I'll show you where you'll sleep tonight You'll share a room with Johnny (Repeat) |
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