2003-11-24 - 10:21 a.m. A song for the Children Gump�s Second Song �A Song for the Children� It�s Monday Morning And I sittin here 30 minutes into work There�s so much to do But I not doing it; cause I am a jerk I watched football Drank seven beers And puked all on my shirt I am a sensitive and lovely man With so much to offer But the one thing that I can stand Are the children ; And their mother This is a song for the children Stop laughing and stop playing I trying to enjoy my life You best simmer and start obeying I got a belt and a sickle And I ain�t afraid to use them And If your grubby hands Touch me one more time Best be believen� you�ll lose�em (I�ll break you) I sing now for the children. La dad a dee dee diddy dee la da do. Your lego�s and your chimpanzee Clutter up the hallway You like things that suck And you have no taste And if I had it my way I would make you clean the furniture And hand warm my bed I would make you cut a cord of wood And wish that you are dead Cause you are mine, and I own you God says you must obey me He tells me things while you sleep Like to eat Mr. Wigglebee if you�re lazy This is a song for the children Stop laughing and stop playing I trying to enjoy my life You best simmer and start obeying I got a belt and a sickle And I ain�t afraid to use them And If your grubby hands Touch me one more time Best be believen� you�ll lose�em (I�ll eat your pet) Daddies Football team lost again A hooker will solve that issue He�ll give you ice cream with jimmies If you�ll let his buddy kiss you (down there) Oh yeah�. I�m your dad I�m a great dad; I am number one I have got the mug to prove it So what if I tell you Mom�s in porn. And Santa�s the one who shoots it So when you ask me for the hundredth time Why they�re no gifts under our Douglass fur I can reply that mom spent the money And Santa only comes for her Ho Ho Ho I ain�t talking Christmas Snow This is a song for the children Stop laughing and stop playing I trying to enjoy my life A moment of peace would be sublime I got a belt and a sickle You�ll get yours in due time And If had won with our Christmas funds You wouldn�t have seen a dime (I bet on the Bears) You don�t even care You little fucks YOU LITTLE FUCKS Cha Cha Cha | |||||||||||
