Verse 1: There ain’t no reason
Your room should look and smell so gross
Just clean it babies, just clean it babies
That is the reason I am acting so morose
You see?
I need some kids
Who can listen and do their chores
I mean it babies, I mean it babies
In three more seconds they best get right out that door
By three…
It’s hard to raise them right
Tuck them in every night
I’m getting pushed back to
To the edge from you
One more stained shirt and I’ll explode!

Chorus: I’m on the edge of blowing
And I’m thinking I might maybe ground you
I’m on the edge of blowing
And I wonder what the Tanners would do
I’m on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge
The edge, the edge, the edge!
I’m on the edge of blowing
And I’m wishin’ that you would get a clue
I’m on the edge from you!

Verse 2: Another shot before you get to go to school
Don’t fight it babies, don’t fight it babies
I’m on the edge of blowing when we’re at the pool
Don’t dive! (Don’t dive! Don’t dive)
Put on Band-Aids, cuz you fell down and skinned your knee
Apply it baby, apply it baby
It isn’t hell when one of them says they love me,
That’s nice (That’s nice! That’s nice!)
It’s hard when they mess up
Sometimes I’ve had enough
I’m getting pushed back to
To the edge from you
Why’d you kick the urn with Grandma Flo!?

Chorus: I’m on the edge of blowing
And I’m thinking I might maybe ground you
I’m on the edge of blowing
And I wonder what Bill Cosby would do
I’m on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge
The edge, the edge, the edge!
I’m on the edge of blowing
And I’m wishin’ that you would get a clue
I’m on the edge from you!

Bridge: I’m on the edge from you!
I’m on the edge from you!
(You, you, you…)

[Parental Sax Solo]

Chorus: I’m on the edge of blowing
And I’m thinking I might maybe ground you
I’m on the edge of blowing
And I wonder what the Matthews would do
I’m on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge
The edge, the edge, the edge!
I’m on the edge of blowing
And I’m wishin’ that you would get a clue
I’m on the edge from you!