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Blow out the lamp, love, and please come to bed;
We ran off a drop of shine last night, and it's gone right to me head.
You complain so much I wish you'd married someone else instead;
Shut your face, blow out the lamp, and please come to bed.
It seems you're always on me back for something I just did,
Like telling off your mother or too much beer in the fridge;
And for shooting moose out of season, I'll get caught by the cops,
She was all smiles at supper last night with a moose steak in her chops.
And then it's your bad sister, she's the pride of the town,
I loves the way she struts about with her head ten feet off the ground;
She's askin' and she's wondering what you ever saw in me,
I'll ring her neck yet for telling you that there's better fish in the sea.
Blow out the lamp, love, and please come to bed;
We ran off a drop of shine last night, and it's gone right to me head.
You complain so much I wish you'd married someone else instead;
Shut your face, blow out the lamp, and please come to bed.
Let's not forget your father who's the leader of them all,
He never done a lick of work since the day that he was spawned;
He says he doesn't like alcohol but that's a lie, my friend,
He'd drink it from a rubber boot if it didn't come in a tin.
And now your lovely brother, he's a dandy I am sure,
He'll walk away with anything that's not nailed to the floor;
He went to see my buddy just the other day,
A brand new saw was missing when he walked away.
Blow out the lamp, love, and please come to bed;
We ran off a drop of shine last night, and it's gone right to me head.
You complain so much I wish you'd married someone else instead;
Shut your face, blow out the lamp, and please come to bed.
Shut your face, blow out the lamp, and please come to bed.
