Mobile Homes
by Matt Van Horn
September 30, 1991

Well you can fill that tank
Good wheels are the key to good tourin'
Campers take less space
Boats, they seldom clear the bank
If they don't think it's rank
Then pack the kids, don't tell the detination
Give them bags and tents
And make 'em sleep down where it's dank

We go out on the road and take our houses
Lock up the house, leave it to the mouses
We buy those little lap dogs for our spouses!

Mobile Homes

Don't hit that deer!
You hit the deer.
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Our bikes were stolen
So was the coleman
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Well dinner's cold as ice-
Mom just had to ruin our supper
To tend to little Billy
And his head of lice
Well, wouldn't space be nice?
I'm sick and tired of bunking with my sister
She got sick from Poison Ivy
and the threw up twice.

Kids- relax
Just eat your Apple Jacks
The variety packs
and PB Max
Even though there's a tax on all those snax
Just Relax
Makin' fat that gluteus max
Those are the facts- you dig?
You scarf it down
your butt gets big. You're a PIG
It's destructive, convulsive,
Watching you's repulsive.
So who's afraid
of a little expansion
Can't get no indigestion
You got gas!
You'd better not pass boy,
It spreads fast
In a Mobile Home boy!

What's the deal?
Hear it squeal!
If the brakes are hot- better stop!
Cool 'em down and try to flag a cop
If you're stallin'
Or you're tires are baldin'
Don't go callin'
Tripple A while bawlin'
They're slow as mold. It's cold
Gott a massive loan
To go out and buy this Mobile Home
Turn the key and ROLL
Back on the road!

Get Sleazy!