MARVIN, YOU'RE A ROTTEN KID
(Christine Nelson)

Some think that kids should be in bed by seven,
And so do I,
And so do I.

But Marvin won't go to bed before eleven,
He starts to cry,
And so do I.

One time I thought that I would slip a mickey,
Into his juice,
His orange juice.

I tried but oh that kid is really tricky,
He switched the glass,
So what's the use?

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Marvin, Marvin, you're a rotten kid.
Marvin, Marvin, be like your brother Sid.
I'm getting grey, so go away; now just for once do what I say,
Go and play in traffic, don't come back 'til Saturday


Some think that raising kids is so bucolic,
I always did,
I really did.

With Marvin, I could become an alcoholic,
I almost did,
But he's my kid.

We bought a car for him to ride to school in,
A Jag-u-are,
Is that bizarre?

Then he insisted that we put a pool in,
Not in the yard,
But in the car.

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Marvin, Marvin, you're a rotten kid.
Marvin, Marvin, I'm gonna flip my lid.
It's such a sin; It's such a crime.
You're just so rotten all the time!
I wish that I could sell you but I wouldn't get a dime!
I wish that I could sell you but I wouldn't get a dime!

Some think that kids today are awfully thankless,
You ask me why,
I'll tell you why.

It stems from the fact today that kids are spankless,
And yet they cry,
Oh how they cry.

We tried to buy him everything we're able,
We bought him clothes,
A brand new nose.

Marvin, get out from underneath that table,
Your brand new nose,
Just ripped my hose.

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Marvin, Marvin, you're a rotten kid.
Marvin, Marvin, look at what you did
Don't break my heart; Do as you're told,
You know you're mommy hates to scold!
Stop chewing on your teddy bear,
You're twen-tee-eight-years old.