Boxing Day

So it's clear that he isn't man enough
To fulfill our expectationcy
Knowingly accepted mental poverty
Since he filled the application out
He has been replaced
Calendar reads: Boxing Day

Pack your bags, this town isn't big enough
Tell your mother, scenery must change
Tell your father that it's much too late
You're a grown man in your keeper's cage
Wipe that smile away
And keep your fingers away from my face

Send him off to base camp
Come home Boxing Day
You stay out of trouble
Son, don't bring me trouble
Now
Don't bring me trouble now

Shut your mouth while I read you all your rights
Don't be smarter than you were before
Don't be showing off obvious flaws
Don't be anything we can't ignore
Don't be such a bore
And don't be coming around here no more

Send him off to base camp
Come home, Boxing Day
You stay out of trouble
Son, don't bring me trouble
Now
Don't bring me trouble now

A pair of arms, too short to reach
A pair of feet, too long to leap
A pair of lips, too big to miss
Smile lovingly to some freak who can't kiss

Don't bring me trouble now
Don't bring me trouble now
Don't bring me trouble now