Just what in the world has come over you. Is it some kind of game you're playin' with me. . Fed up, tired and lonely. Gonna run away and hide. Was riding, tryin' to get to heaven.
Old Macdonald had a farm. Ee I ee I, oh my God. Thou shalt not take any more shit. And I'll split my sister in her motherfucking lip. . I'll grab her by the hair.