There's the door, please use it
You have had your final chance
You have shamefully abused it
Don't let it hit you in your pants
Don't want no more of your excuses
Don't want to hear you lie and shout
Don't want no more of your abuses
Just want to hear you going out
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You went and ruined my disposition
Now please get out that door of mine
Or you'll be needing a physician.
To fix you where the sun don't shine
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There's the door please use it
How could I have been so blind
Get this straight and don't confuse it
Don't let it hit you from behind
--Johnny Paycash