Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
Everytime he shows up he smokes us dry
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
We just can't afford to keep that man
Hide
Well your mother she's cool
Your father he's cool
I even get along with your older sister too
It's a family thing
But one more member I must sing
You're brother shows up with beer on his breath
Proceed to nickle and dime us to death
He grabs the weed, has himself a seat
The coffee table bends underneath his feet
Well it's been 10 years since I met that guy
In all that time he's yet to buy
One bit of hooch, a single bag
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
Everytime he shows up he smokes us dry
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
We just can't afford to keep that man
Hide
Well, we talked and talked many times before
About your brother coming to our door
You know that it bugs me that he stays so long
But you always defend him and pretend that I'm wrong
Wait, I buy the stuff. I wanna make sure we've got enough.
When your brother leaves here it is with sorrow
That I realize he'll be back tomorrow
The Christ-man says we've got to share
I pray that man gets out of our hair
Lord give me strength and get that guy a job
What a slob
Well the years go by, your brother's still here
That he lives forever is my greatest fear
My heart, it feels like an empty tomb
When I think of your brother living in my guest room
You tell me I should think things through
That I'm lucky that your brother ain't drinking too
But the weeds all gone, the night's ahead
And I sin, but I wish your brother dead
The Christ-man says we've got to share
I pray that man gets out of our hair
Give me strength and get that guy a job
What a slob
We hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
Everytime he shows up he smokes us dry
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
We just can't afford to keep that man
We hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
Everytime he shows up he smokes us dry
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
We just can't afford to keep that man
Hide
Hide
Hide
Everytime he shows up he smokes us dry
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
We just can't afford to keep that man
Hide
Well your mother she's cool
Your father he's cool
I even get along with your older sister too
It's a family thing
But one more member I must sing
You're brother shows up with beer on his breath
Proceed to nickle and dime us to death
He grabs the weed, has himself a seat
The coffee table bends underneath his feet
Well it's been 10 years since I met that guy
In all that time he's yet to buy
One bit of hooch, a single bag
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
Everytime he shows up he smokes us dry
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
We just can't afford to keep that man
Hide
Well, we talked and talked many times before
About your brother coming to our door
You know that it bugs me that he stays so long
But you always defend him and pretend that I'm wrong
Wait, I buy the stuff. I wanna make sure we've got enough.
When your brother leaves here it is with sorrow
That I realize he'll be back tomorrow
The Christ-man says we've got to share
I pray that man gets out of our hair
Lord give me strength and get that guy a job
What a slob
Well the years go by, your brother's still here
That he lives forever is my greatest fear
My heart, it feels like an empty tomb
When I think of your brother living in my guest room
You tell me I should think things through
That I'm lucky that your brother ain't drinking too
But the weeds all gone, the night's ahead
And I sin, but I wish your brother dead
The Christ-man says we've got to share
I pray that man gets out of our hair
Give me strength and get that guy a job
What a slob
We hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
Everytime he shows up he smokes us dry
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
We just can't afford to keep that man
We hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
Everytime he shows up he smokes us dry
Hide the ganja til you're brother's gone
We just can't afford to keep that man
Hide
Hide
Hide