Mad At Me
red a the sun on a warm spring day yell louder and louder oh how i wish i be n't here you would to if you be in position lord save me i scream run away it get worse ahhhhhhhhh my dad be mad i should n't have do it i know it would make him mad if i have a time machine i would go back so it would n't happen now i have to pay i should n't play baseball in the house the window be break soon my arm will be i have to cough up the money or i will be turn into honey i'm sorry dad i scream tear streak down my face finally my dad let off steam at last i be free with a final embrace i run off to play my buddy be wait we be go to play football i kick it off uh oh it go through the window i hear my dad scream at me well here we go again