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My Brother lyrics
Leave me alone
I won't pick up the phone
And I won't listen to messages
Sent by someone who calls up and says:
'I don't like how you're living my life
Get yourself a wife
Get yourself a job
You're living a dream
Don't you be a slob
Slob, slob
Leave me again
Don't hang out in my den
Waiting for little proofs to appear
That I drank some of grandaddy's beer
'I don't like how you're living my life
Get yourself a wife
Get yourself a job
You're living a dream
Don't you be a slob
Slob, slob
And I won't listen to messages
Sent by someone who calls up and says:
'I don't like how you're living my life
Get yourself a wife
Get yourself a job
You're living a dream
Don't you be a slob
Slob, slob, slob
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