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Jimmy
The street lights are on
Get your butt home
‘Fore I come out there

Take your shoes off 
At the door
Separate all your clothes
And put them in the hamper

When you finish,
Come downstairs
And I’ll fix your plate
But you better eat everything
Not just the steak

That means carrots, peas, and rice
Everything on your plate
Until you eat everything
There is no escape

We’ll be here all day,
If that’s what it takes
Makes no diff’rence to me
But what about videogames,
Your computer, and T.V.

Because you only get an hour
Then it’s off to bed
If you try to sneak away
I will, have your head

Cause you know how you are
Especially in the morning
Sleepin’ in class
When you supposed to be learning

Speaking of school,
Your teacher called
She said, you have something to give me
And don’t lie about it, Jimmy
I heard the grade already

That’s why you’re not goin’ out tomorrow
You’re staying in to study
I don’t care bout all that pleadin’
From ya little buddies

You gone be in here
All day
Until you get these problems right
You can not afford
To fall behind

If you start that whining
My belt gone be a walking
So get it together
I bet not hear no back-talkin’

Jimmy,
I don’t want to hear your mouth
The street lights are on
Get yo butt in the house

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