[Verse 1]
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more colour television
No more packed neat and tight
No more videotapes
The Lord's will
The Lord giveth
Uncle Sleepover taketh
Seven days a week (Uncle Sleepover!)
Dripping with sweat
The constant shrieking of
Institution
They all know my name

[Verse 2]
I won't pay for their discos
I'm not gonna buy their sandwiches
I'm not gonna eat what they shove in my face
I'm dressed for success
Hair combed tight
Dripping with sweat
Tailor-made for
Thanksgiving
Tailor-made for Christmas
Tailor-made for any situation that you feel
An uncontrollable urge to
Let go
I'm Uncle Sleepover
And I'm paying the bills!
I'm Uncle Sleepover!
Uh!

[Bridge]
Ahhhhhh! Uhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Uhhh!
Get away from the lawn!
Ow!

[Verse 3]
I'm tired of the waste
I'm tired of the stench
I'm tired of the picking-up the pieces
I'm tired of looking at their faces
I'm tired of cheap hellos
I'm tired of ripping up the stitches
I'm tired of being
Just a good boy
Uncle Sleepover