Exit Right

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