I was woke up early one morn'
To the sound of dad's Opel car horn
So I wiped me eyes, pulled off me sheets
And got up without even brushin' my teeth
I looked out window, can't believe me eyes
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I flew down the stairs and I gave a big yelp
And I said, "Hey dad, I might need a little help"
He huffed and puffed, screamed an ear load
"But I said it's your car, it's being towed"
And there was a loud bang, and then he fell down the stairs
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Oh, he sprinted down the road like Usain Bolt
'Til the tow truck came to a sudden halt
Out, got a man whose name was Purvis
He said he was with the wrecker service
Well, me dad got Purvis right by the collar
Purvis gave a right big holla
Starin' into me father's fist, he said, "It's your neighbour, he put me up to this
It wasn't me"
He sounded like Shaggy
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Me pop said, "Argh" and he beat his chest
You can only imagine what happened next
"Fee-fi-fo-fum", screamed the redhead Irish man
Watch out, here he comes
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We knocked and knocked, and we rang his bell
Told the neighbour to come out right from Hell
He could've been scared of the angry mob or was on some kinda devil job
As there was no answer
So we left a message
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Later on, he came by our back door saying
"Have you been rapping at my front door?
If it's about the car, I thought it was junk, no more
Slips my mind that your folks are poor"
Rich comin' from him
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Could've made amends, he could've built a bridge
But he ended up with a knuckle sandwich
Right on the nose, right on the chin
That's one kinda way to wipe off a grin
Take the teeth out too
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Ah, the neighbour from Hell, what he didn't know
Was me dad bought the car a few years ago
It wasn't for a project or a classic car race
He got it 'cause he kept parkin' in his parkin' space
Woody Guthrie once said, "This land is your land, this land is my land"
Well, me pop once said, "This land ain't your land, this land is my land"