My Goody Two-Shoes Brother Lyrics

I bear lots of animosity to bellhops,
They never bring my luggage up on time
And taxi drivers really tax my patience,
If they vanished, would it really be a crime?
I don't like meter maids or underwater welders,
Health fanatic cooks or camera crews
Not fond of monks or yoga teachers,
Or sports fans in the bleachers
And I'm not sure how I'm feeling about you!

There are lots of horrid people on this planet,
That I would love to give a lashing to!
But my goody-two-shoes brother,
The favorite of my mother,
Is the one I want to smother
In a ton of pigeon goo!

Yes, my goody-two-shoes brother,
The favorite of my mother,
He's the one I want to smother
Thank you, Sir! I'll have another!
He's the one I want to smother
In a ton of pigeon goo-oo!
(You see, you see how I held that last note, good huh?)