He usually stays outside the door
With cigarettes galore
He hides them in his pocket
And just buys more and more
He runs out of money
So he always gets mad at us
We all have no choice
So we keep quiet with no fuss
He keeps on wearing shorts
Everyday, every night
He still doesn't know
It's such a hideous sight...
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