Three Dead Trolls In A Baggie - Mom's Coming to My House lyrics

She raised me from a little boy, oh so long ago And I try to do whatever she says, because she knows And even though I don't live with her, I moved out on my own When I get the word that she's on the way I clean up my home Mom's coming to my house I gotta clean up my room Mom's coming to my house So I'd better go buy a broom Wash the floor wash the door Wash the dishes then wash some more My mom's coming to my house Better hide the p**nography Mom's coming to my house We gotta clean up this mess Mom's coming to my house So I'd better take off the dress Before she arrives, gotta clean up this dive Put away the bong and hide the hot knives She won't know what they're for.. but someone might tell her from work Put away that severed head My mom is on the way Get that naked man out of my bed or she'll find out I am gay Before she gets here better hide the beer Put away the whips and the bondage gear My mom's coming to my house Send the naked biker home In my medicine chest there's a VD test Throw it way or she won't be impressed Get the hookers to leave Give the guns to Steve Hide the bomb making recipes Find the Windex, Find the Comet Find me something that'll cut through vomit Hide the d** and the bu*t plugs Cover the pentagram up with the rug My mom's coming to my house She'll be staying till about.. 4:30