four years old
adam sandler
why'd you wake me from my nap?
where's my yankees drinking glass?
so you better move your ass
'cuz i'm just getting over a cold
somebody better tie my shoes!
bring the rubbing alcohol
the cleanging's up to you
unless you make me spaghetti-o's
mommy reads to me at night
charlie and the chocolate factory
if no grownups are around
i don't know how to drive
and i don't know how to spell
but if i hear my brother cursing
'cuz he made me eat some bread
i just threw up on my grandmother