Jimmy, Get In the House
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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