G Em She raised me from a little boy,C D oh so long agoG Em And I try to do whatever she says,C D because she knowsG D And even though I don't live with her,Em C I moved out on my ownG D When I get the word that she's on the wayC G I clean up my homeG Em C D (between each verse)G Em Mom's coming to my houseC D I gotta clean up my roomG Em Mom's coming to my houseC D So I'd better go buy a broomG D Wash the floor wash the doorEm C Wash the dishes then wash some moreG Em D My mom's coming to my houseG Better hide the pornography 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]Em D In my medicine chest there's a VD 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 plugsEm C Cover the pentagram up with the rugG Em D My mom's coming to my houseG She'll be staying till about.. 4:30
Moms Coming To My House
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