T/The Queers/Mrs. Brown, You've Got An Ugly Daughter
Mrs. Brown, you've got an ugly daughter I don't wanna hear her stupid name Mrs. Brown, you've got an ugly daughter The verdict's in I declare I'm insane I'm done professing undying love forever more And holding hands inside a store 2-4 And overnighting chocolate kisses to her in the mail I don't wanna be her boyfriend anymore I used to think she was so groovy Trading kisses at the movies Now I don't wanna walk around with her no more 'Cause she opened up and then she shut the door Don't wanna walk around with her
Mrs. Brown you've got an ugly daughter The type I should know enough to avoid Mrs. Brown you've got an ugly daughter Excuse me but my bowels have to void I'd love to sit and chat and tell you all the things we've done How we used to laugh and we had so much fun Unfortunately things are on a slightly different tack From what they were and now she thinks I'm dumb We used to sit around for hours Pulling petals off the flowers Now I don't wanna walk around with her no more 'Cause she's opened up and then she shut the door Don't wanna walk around with her
[Keyboard solo - Gretchen Smear]!
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