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Someone tell me I'm not
sixteen,
I don't care, this house is clean.
Up on a chair instead of step stool,
There's nothin' like an old fool
Stretchin' and pullin' and pushin'
Shampooin' rugs that are woolen
It's true I might not be able to walk,
Neighbors about my dirty house can't talk.
Well, shoot, might as well laugh as cry,
There's not even on the wall a speck of a fly! |
