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I thought that was your voice,
I thought that was my car.
No we ain't never met before,
But I know who you are.
You're livin' in my house,
And I'm livin' in a tent.
Hey, don't laugh:
This second job of mine
Is paying both our rents.
You're out here buying happy meals
And I'm eatin' rice and pintos.
If you so much as crack a smile at me, man,
And I'll come through this here window

Man you took my wife
Man you took my kids
And you took that life
That I used to live:
My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools
My dreams, the dog, the cat.
Yeah, I think that's just about everything;
Oh yeah, I almost forgot:
Do you want fries with that?

Yeah, your ketchup's in the bag
And her check is in the mail.
Now I hope your chicken's raw inside,
And I hope the bun is stale.
Now I'm suppose to tell you
"Please come back",
But how bout instead:
I hope you both choke on a pickle!
Man, that would tickle me to death.
I don't know what your waitin' on,
You're holdin' up the line.
No you ain't got no change comin' back,
Are you out of your mind?

Well, you took my wife
and you took my kids
And you took that life
That I used to live
My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools
My dreams, the dog, the cat.
Yeah I reck that's all there is;
Do you want fries with that?

Well, you took my wife
and you took my kids
And you stole that life
That I used to live
My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools
My dreams, the dog, the cat.
Yeah I guess that about covers it;
Do you want fries with that?

(Spoken)
Here's your nuggets
Don't you... hey, don't laugh at me, you...

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