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You'll always be unhappy
And ruin everything
I'll be hiding
Whenever the phone will ring
So don't criticize me
Especially to my face
Because if you do
You're really gonna
Get me angry
Mommy, mommy, mommy
You better get out
Of this house

You're always spying
On me
And always ruinin' all
My fun
And lookin' in my drawers
Without a good excuse
So don't ever criticize me
Don't treat me this way
Maggots eat your flesh
On your birthday
Mommy, mommy, mommy
You better get out
Of this house

Mommy, mommy, mommy
Get out while you can

Mommy, mommy, mommy
Get out… Right now!