Spoiled Rotten

Go on, spoil me rotten Wrap me in wooly cotton Enroll me in a class Where I’m taught the art of grass. Like your food I always ate Life is served up on a plate Now I’m hard to satiate And you’re the object of my hate. CH Give me what I want, Give it to me now If you won’t placate me I take it anyhow Give it, give it, give it, Give it to me now, If you won’t placate me I take it anyhow. Go on, spoil me rotten, Until I’ve forgotten How to live a decent life Let alone attract a wife. But, hey, I’m qualified To tell lies of how I lied It’s all music to her ears It’s the truth mother fears. CH Go on, spoil me rotten, I’m your misbegotten Eighty pounds over weight Got a job hauling freight From Brazil to LA Where my tic gave me away To someone from the DEA… My lawyer had a field day. CH I’m no longer spoiled rotten I wear denim, not cotton Can’t get hold of a fix To ease these incessant tics. I’ve lost weight and all hope Clinging to an end of rope Knowing now my selfishness Was nurtured by your weakness. Take what you want, Take it off me now, If it don’t placate you I give it anyhow Take it, take it, take it, Take it off me now. If it don’t placate you I give it anyhow.