Phineas And Ferb - My Goody Two-Shoes Brother lyrics

I bear lots of animosity to bellhops They never bring my luggage up on time And taxi drivers really tax my patience If they vanished, would it really be a crime? I don't like meter maids or underwater welders Health fanatic cooks or camera crews Not fond of monks or yoga teachers or sports fans in the bleachers And I'm not sure how I'm feeling about you There are lots of horrid people on this planet That I would love to give a lashing to But my goody-two-shoes brother, the favorite of my mother Is the one I want to smother in a ton of pigeon goo Yes, my goody-two-shoes brother, the favorite of my mother Is the one I want to smother Thank you, sir, I'll have another He's the one I want to smother in a ton of pigeon goo