Buckethead you get out of bed this instant!
Bob Maximum! has plenty of chores to do
I look out these windows and
I see that things have not been done
I am gonna get quite angry
What would your father say if he were alive today
You got to be kidding mother
why must you always find more work to do
Everyday without fail wakes up from our sleep
and forced to obey
We're growing so tired
your endless orders are making us sick
We slave from to dawn to dusk
don't you know you're so lucky
Your not so dead
how my mother and I
how my brother and I dream of sleeping in
Don't you know
what all work and no play makes
Mop the floors Mow the lawn
You're Barking orders at the top of your lungs
Buckethead get out there and clean those coops
The works never done
How come we never see
the neighbors working as hard as we do
I think we suffered enough
no more dishes no more slaving for you
Your pushing too hard
we need an escape but not very far
All Inncocent folks that can hear our pain
and show some heart
Now aren't you proud?
We locked you in your room and really got it done
no one to scold us
And we had our fun fun
Now tell me do you see the neighbors
from the window when you peek
I bet I know the answers
cause we dressed them out this week
Now No one cleans our kitchen,
the weeds are growing high
the coops are filled with chicken swill
But the neighbors swing side by side
