(Instrumental Intro)

Why is it all your children react as if it's torture
when you want to take them with you for a visit to your Sister's

(Instrumental break)

There are troubles you foresee; whines and cries and bad behavior
They are such resistant creatures; they wail and rave and 'diss' you
You can't take it too much longer; all their screams have your ears ringing
Now they're nagging and cajoling you to stop and get some chips

(Instrumental break)

Now you hear your son's new hobby; farting sounds and rude noise
Now his underpants are yellow where the little jerk has peed
The farting smell it lingers; those brown stains, he made 'potty'
Crap now stains his skivvies; bring me tissues - any kind

(Instrumental break)

Your grimy little offspring tear cushions off the sofa
And you wish that you could spank them; send them to bed without dinner

(Instrumental break)

Her name is Ann O'Reilly and she holds her bourbon well
But you know she won't be sober 'cause she cannot stand your children
And your children all abhor her 'cause she gives them all dumb nicknames
This whole visit's a fiasco

(Instrumental break)

Whiny kids act vicious; those savage little stinkers
Didn't want to take them with you on this visit to your Sister

(Instrumental jam out to end)