Uncle Sleepover

No more Mister Nice Guy No more Color television No more packed neat and tight No more In your face (I'm not like that, I'm all right) The Lord spoke The Lord given Uncle Sleepover taken Seven days a week (Uncle Sleepover) Dripping with sweat The constant shrieking of Institutions They all know my name (I'm not like that, I'm all right) I won't pay for their discos I'm not gonna buy their sandwiches I'm not gonna eat what they shove in my face I'm dressed for success Hair combed tight Dripping with sweat Tailor-made for Thanksgiving Tailor-made for Christmas Tailor-made for any situation that you need This uncontrollable urge to let go I'm Uncle Sleepover I pay the bills I'm Uncle Sleepover, uh-huh I'm tired of the waste I'm tired of the stench I'm tired of the picking up the pieces I'm tired of looking at their faces I'm tired of cheap balloons I'm tired of ripping up the stitches I'm tired of being Mister Good Boy Uncle Sleepover