Father Of A Boy Named Sue

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Yeah, I lef' home when the kid was three.
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It sure felt good to be fancy free
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Tho I knew it wasn't quite the fatherly thing to do.
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But that kid kept screamin' and throwin' up
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And pissin' in his pants til I had enough
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So just for revenge I went and named him Sue.

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Yeah it was Gatlinburg in mid July
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I was gettin' drunk and gettin' by
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Gettin' old and goin' from bad to worse
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When thru the door with an awful scream
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comes the ugliest queen I've ever seen
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He says Hi, my name is Sue how do you do?
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then he hit me with his purse

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Now this ain't the way he tells the tale
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but he scratched my face with his fingernails
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And then he bit my thumb and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe (I can be a tiger)
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I punched him in the nose and he started to cry
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and he threw some perfume in my eye
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And it sure ain't easy fightin' with a boy named Sue (I can be an animal)

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I whacked him in the head with a table and a chair
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And he screamed hey dad you messed my hair
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And he kicked me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint
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He was spittin' blood I was spittin' teeth
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And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
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A kickin' and gougin' in the mud and the blood and his creme de menthe

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Then out of his panties he pulls a gun
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I'm about to get shot by my very own son
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He's screamin' 'bout Sigmund Freud and lookin' grim (I have problems)
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So I thought fast and I told him some stuff
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How I named him Sue just to make him tough
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And I guess he bought it 'cause now I'm livin' with him

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Yeah he cooks and sews and cleans up the place
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he cuts my hair and shaves my face
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And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do (I'm so domestic)
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And on the nights that I can't score
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well I can't tell you anymore
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Sure is a joy to have a boy like Sue

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yeeeah a son is fun but it's a real joy with Sue (that hurts dad)

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