Swear swear, say the lord's prayer,
Why are you working in childcare?
Get out. I'm begging you please, get out.

In peaceful times you listen to Nat King Cole.
Those day-glo colors they make you want to lose control.
One-hundred ten year olds are starting to take there toll.
Oh what's that smell?
Someone clogged the toilet bowl.
Someone clogged the toilet bowl.

Swear swear, act like you care,
What are you doing in childcare?
Get out. I'm begging you please, get out.

They give you germs
And in return you gave them cocaine.
They're wired as hell,
Will you live long enough to clear your name?

Swear swear, don't pull out your hair,
Why are you working in childcare?
Get out. I'm begging you please, get out.
Swear swear, with that blank stare,
What are you doing in childcare?
Get out, I'm begging you please, get out.

And now you're in a squad car.
If I could read your mind,
I'd know you're back on the funny farm.
I'd know you're back on the funny farm.

Swear swear, stop acting like Cher,
Why are you working in childcare?
Get out, I'm begging you please, get out.

Swear swear, tied to a chair,
What are you doing in childcare?
Get out. I'm begging you please.