(Brian Wilson)
|
I'm bugged at my ol' man
|
Cause he's making me stay in my room
|
(Darn my dad)
|
|
I came in a little late
|
And my ol' man he just blew his mind
|
(Blew it bad)
|
|
Why did he sell my surfboard?
|
He cut off my hair in my sleep
|
|
I wish I could see outside
|
But he tacked up boards on my window
|
(Gosh it's dark)
|
|
I can't hit the surf, can't drag
|
Can't do a dog-goned thing
|
(Wish I could)
|
|
I tried to call up my chick
|
But he jerked my phone right out of the wall
|
|
They gave me some breadcrumbs
|
And a little glass of water
|
And they're out there eating steak
|
(Smells so good)
|
|
I ripped up my wardrobe
|
And I'm growing a beard
|
Oh when will they let me come out
|
|
I'd listen to my radio
|
But he took it and he's using it in his own room
|
(Now it's gone)
|
|
I wish I could do some homework
|
But I got suspended from school
|
(Blew my cool)
|
|
I'm bugged at my ol' man
|
And he doesn't even know where it's at
|
|
-----------------
|
I'm Bugged At My Ol' Man
|
Beach Boys |