Three Dead Trolls In a Baggie - Moms coming to my house
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GShe raised me from a lEmittle boy,
Coh so long aDgo
GAnd I try to do Emwhatever she says,
Cbecause she kDnows
And Geven though I don't lDive with her,
EmI moved out on my oCwn
GWhen I get the word that she's oDn the way
CI clean up my Ghome
C Am F G (between each verse)
GMom's coming Emto my house
CI gotta clean up my Droom
GMom's coming to Emmy house
CSo I'd better go buy a Dbroom
GWash the floor Dwash the door
EmWash the dishes then wCash some more
GMy mom's coming Emto my hDouse
Better hide the pornogGraphy
Mom's coming to my house
We gotta clean up this mess
Mom's coming to my house
So I'd better take off the dress
Before she arrives, gotta clean up this dive
Put away the bong and hide the hot knives
She won't know what they're for..
but someone might tell her from work
Put away that severed head
My mom is on the way
Get that naked man out of my bed
or she'll find out I am gay
Before she gets here better hide the beer
Put away the whips and the bondage gear
My mom's coming to my house
Send the naked biker home
[flute solo]
EmIn my medicine chest there's a DVD test
Throw it way or she won't be impressed
Get the hookers to leave
Give the guns to Steve
Hide the bomb making recipes
Find the Windex, Find the Comet
Find me something that'll cut through vomit
Hide the drugs and the butt plugs
EmCover the pentagram Cup with the rug
GMy mom's coming tEmo my hDouse
She'll be staying till abGout.. 4:30
(I think this is mostly right, but it's my first tab, so corrections are appreciated.)