There was a souse with a can of beans,
My eldest brother Ted was his name,
He can do what he wants so long as the floor he cleans,
If he doesn’t then I’ll surely get the blame,
Ted is moving real slow because he was out all night,
I could punch him in the nose and he wouldn’t feel a thing,
I bet he’ll wander off as soon as I’m out of sight,
He’ll go to the bar where he can karaoke sing,
So mother’s tell your little devil child,
Not to do what Ted has done,
Ted just won’t grow up and forget being wild,
A guy like Ted is a terrible son.
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