Don't Take After Me - The Features

Never had good manners

Had pretty poor hygiene

Dirty words I seemed to learn

Naturally

Didn’t do my school work

So I didn’t make good grades

Always knew I’d pay for that

One day

When I was a baby

My father sat me on his knee

He said, «Always be a good child

Don’t take after me.»

Went through every ashtray

For half-smoked cigarettes

Opened up my window

Smoked the rest

Set my sister’s doll on fire

Liked huffing gasoline

Only books I ever read

Nudie magazines

When I was a baby

My father sat me on his knee

He said, «Always be a good child

Don’t take after me.»

Baby, be good

Learn from my mistakes

Do what you should

Baby, be good

Learn from my mistakes

Do what you should

Now I take my little babies

And I sit 'em on my knee

I say, «Always be a good child

Don’t take after me

Don’t take after me.»