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I wanted to be a typewriter mender when I grew up But things didn't work out so, sleep Late in the morning, climb up Mt. Olympia and replace a Return But I didn't get enough good grades My uncle Peter had the Parthenon Business Machine Remediation outfit And right there, on the shop floor Hundreds of electric-selectrics, all messed up But I didn't get enough good grades I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective Attend to relevant Information tempo taken in told to Mechanism coping concept Put my head down crumple my paper Sent to look at the future-job folder-binders I got distracted by the graphs In the resource room Mrs. Petorsky re-enforced me Raisins from her zip-lock bag And free time after my target behavior I was positive about Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars Now playing I'm In My Own Little House Tickets, tangibles, chips and stars I had a dexadrine hyperactivity selective Attend to relevant Letras de cancionesInformation tempo taken in told to Mechanism coping concept Put my head down crumple my paper After school I was sitting in the sitting room Looking out at the pavers in their bright orange vests Holding up the slow-go diamond plastic piece of wood And I knew that I'd never be any good And never wear a hard-hat and do things like that So I joined the police force Damp in Dumbarton dip about the fourteen of May The publican dropped me a line thought there had been foul play The farmer up the hill came in with his knife He mumbled something darkly about his young wife Riding up on the postcoach I thrummed on my notebook The wind was up, I held on my hat. I do up my coat, look The farmer stumbled past holding his gun He mumbled something darkly about his young son About your wife, sir What about her Pray, where is she Nowhere you'll see Locked him up in the store room of Mrs. McVeigh's Inn Take tea up in the manor Sir Robert Grayson The farmer through the window came in with his sword He mumbled out of breath, forgive me my Lord And after that rustic imposition I took a deposition I shared a Woodpecker cider with a local fratricider Who told me all this stuff and more Well I rode up to Springfield on my motorcycle And I's gonna stay with my younger brother Michael Mom's oxycontoins and the Amstel Light But I noticed I was doing most of the talking that night So I got both remotes and turned off the DVD And said Michael is there something that you need to say to me Well I don't know how to tell you You can tell me anything that you want 'cept I started seeing Jenny I started seeing Jenny My Jenny And he looked down at the floor You know damn well she ain't your Jenny no more And I said, Get her on the phone Don't you think it's a little late No, I don't think it's a little late But I went out the room cause I knew I'd better wait So I went down to her dad's bakery and she said I'm gonna go outside take a break smoke a cigarette I'm still surprised at how mad you get Well what'd you expect That you wouldn't try to wreck your little brother's happiness And I said, Listen to you I know what you're trying to do And what whould that be Mess with Michael's head as some kind of revenge back at me So I drove up to Springfield in my wife's new car And went and had a drink at my buddy's old bar From Letras Mania