| How does my wooden picture,
look up on your wall?
Is it in your bedroom,
or hanging in the hall? I really would,
like to know.
When Fletch and I come to get it,
we know which room to go. If it's hanging in your bedroom
Is it hanging o'er your head?
If so I pray that it might fall
And Mash You through the bed! If it's hanging in the hall
Or your living room, somewhere
Just be sure to let me know
And I'll go get it there! We are going on vacation,
we thought we'd stop on our way down.
Hope you don't mind but,
we'll be spending the night in town. It doesn't really matter,
if you mind or not
We want everything he left,
give us everything you've got. We have a list of items
Of the things that were left behind
If you try to keep them
I'm sure trouble you will find Sure, they are just possessions
But they don't belong to YOU
So grow up and hand them over
For they're not yours, you know it's true To tell you the truth,
I really can't recall.
What the picture even was but,
keeping it you have quite the gall. He must have really liked the picture,
and your bubble I just burst.
But I really want it back,
cause he gave it to me first. | 
