My friends were having a party
I felt something strange was started
It was much too late to stop
We drank so much Jagermeister
I told the coffee table that I liked her
And took her in my arms
We played croquet on the lawn
Nobody had any clothes on
Except for their motorcycle helmets
And after the sun did rise
We was taken by surprise
I was burnt out beyond belief
I had to pick myself off the floor
My mother was at the door
Selling Watchtower magazines
I couldn't believe it was true
Hey Mom I thought you were a Jew
Why you selling Watchtower magazines
After she came in
She stepped in a bowl of ramen
Wiped it on some guy's face
I must have been on God's shit list
My mom was a Jehovah's Witness
Had to buy a subscription just to make her leave
I had to pick myself off the floor
My mother was at the door
Selling Watchtower magazines
Her prayers were much too frequent
After all that shock treatment
Now she's selling Watchtower magazines
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APPEARS ON:
Beck, Like The Beer
LENGTH:
4:31
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Beck Hansen
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
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