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Got a stiff shoulder
Singin the woke up sore blues
Stretch it out, brother

Build a tent, Daddy
Pigpen wants it in playroom
Its too messy, son

So he’s cleaning up
With the air of a martyr
While I make pancakes

White Stripes play Black Math
On the turntable right now
Don’t turn it up TOO loud.

Pigpen calls me in
OK, the room is clean, Dad
Looks just the same, man

Rainy day outside
Feel like sittin on the porch
But rain would find me

Like a summer rose
Needs a summer rain, says Jack
Time to flip pancakes.

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Edit: Later on
Compromises have been made.
The playroom half clean

No tent is set up
Instead, Thomas is stationed
In the living room

MastaG, meanwhile
Is oblivious to all
but computer games

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