Well you sent me to my room cause I forgot the trash, so I'll play some rock-n-roll until the windows crash! I guess I'm supposed to stay until I've seen the light, but I ain't no bleedin' heart, I'm gonna put up a fight.
You say you don't like the way I wear my hair; well, I guess I'll just grow it to my underwear. You say I have no manners, I'm a big disgrace. I'm as bad as Michael Jackson, why don't you slap my face?!
I'm gettin' pretty hungry, you'd better open the door-- I guess I've learned my lesson well, next time I'll do my chores. Open up this door, or I'll kick it down with force. And If I break my leg-- I'll just file for divorce!!!

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