Alright sir, it’s gonna be a girl!
What? No!
No!
Urgh!
I do not want a frickin’ girl
I’m gonna end this world
I just don’t know what to do
How about I run away from you?
I’ll grab my running shoes
I need to run away from you, to get away from you
I’d rather have five demented sons, rather than one other daughter
The doctor should’ve shot her
To me it wouldn’t bother
Could always have another
But her mother said to “keep her”
I want to strap her to a time bomb with a beeper
I need a bottle of vodka to wash away the daughter
Should’ve had an abortion, that way I’ll get a proportion
A good balance of zero girls and fifty guys
You know what?
I won’t threaten her life
But instead I’d rather die
I’ve ran away from my homе state
I’m a runaway, I left the hospital in a supеr rage
The doctor needs a doctor, and a dentist
I’m no menace
I’m pretty nice
I never hurt a fly, but dogs?… It’s accidental
I’m not mental, I’m kinda chill
I’m a chill pill
I need to run away from you, to get away from you
I need to run away from you, I need to stay astray from you
I need to run away from you
Need to grab my running shoes
Need to run away from you
Oh hey
You know that awesome jew? She was named Anne Frank
She ran away from Hitler like a black man from a lake
Like a cat from a snake, like a robber from a bank
I need to take inspiration and run away from you
I found a woman, hotter than my wife, and my daughter
Wait what? I’m just kidding
I got you with a little bit of Alabama
Let me apologize, I’ve lost my manners
I don’t wish harm on my wife or my daughter
At the moment, I would’ve fought her
If it wasn’t for my good intuition, and well thought out thinking process [And also the doctor got in the way]
I wanna be an awesome father, but not to a daughter
I wanna throw ball with my son
Then go to a man convention for fun
Not bathe in the sun with my dumb frickin’ daughter
I do not want a frickin’ girl
I’m gonna end this world
I just wanna have some fun
I want a manly son, not a dumb girly girl
I just better run away from you
I better run away from you
I’ll grab my running shoes, to get away from you
I just don’t know what to do
I need that proposition, how ’bout prop 78?
Where we get all the girls out of the state?
I’m not full of hate
I just wanna have a son
Man, this is dumb
I don’t know what to do
It’s okay, it’s okay
I need to- I just need to… calm down, and go back
Can’t be that bad
Agh, beauty pageants instead of… baseball.. That’s uh- That sucks
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Yakey Tamarrack Lyrics – Run Away