Buckethead you get out of bed this instant! Bob Maximum! has plenty of chores to do I look out these windows and I see that things have not been done I am gonna get quite angry What would your father say if he were alive today
You got to be kidding mother why must you always find more work to do Everyday without fail wakes up from our sleep and forced to obey We're growing so tired your endless orders are making us sick We slave from to dawn to dusk don't you know you're so lucky Your not so dead how my mother and I how my brother and I dream of sleeping in Don't you know what all work and no play makes
Mop the floors Mow the lawn You're Barking orders at the top of your lungs Buckethead get out there and clean those coops The works never done How come we never see the neighbors working as hard as we do I think we suffered enough no more dishes no more slaving for you Your pushing too hard we need an escape but not very far All Inncocent folks that can hear our pain and show some heart
Now aren't you proud? We locked you in your room and really got it done no one to scold us And we had our fun fun Now tell me do you see the neighbors from the window when you peek I bet I know the answers cause we dressed them out this week Now No one cleans our kitchen, the weeds are growing high the coops are filled with chicken swill But the neighbors swing side by side