If you have ought against your brother

Then go and tell his mother

Or the boss or the preacher

Or the Sunday school teacher . . .



And if you're bothered by your sister

Or your think that you have p... irked her

Then simply tell it to the feds

And they will rip her life to shreds . . .



And if you hear a little rumor

Then spread it like a tumor

And it will kill the reputation

Of the source of consternation . . .



For if you make your brother face it

And you know that he can't trace it

Then you can get your bidding done

And never have to face the one . . .



December 1996

Words and music by Bill Griffin

Copyright 1996 Bill Griffin