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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Father Of A Boy Named Sue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Okay now years ago I wrote a song called A Boy Named Sue and that was okay<br>And everything except then I started to think about it and I thought <br>It is unfair I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view<br>And as I get more older and more fatherly<br>I begin to look at things from an old man's point of view<br>So I decided to give the old man equal time okay here we go)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeah I lef' home when the kid was three and it sure felt good to be fancy free<br>Tho I knew it wasn't quite the fatherly thing to do <br>But that kid kept screamin' and throwin' up and pissin' in his pants til I had enough<br>So just for revenge I went and named him Sue<br>Yeah it was Gatlinberg in mid July I was gettin' drunk but gettin' by<br>Gettin' old and goin' from bad to worse<br>When thru the door with an awful scream comes the ugliest queen I've ever seen<br>He says my name is Sue how do you do then he hits me with his purse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now this ain't the way he tells the tale but he scratched my face with his fingernails<br>And then he bit my thumb and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe <br>So I hit him in the nose and he started to cry and he threw some perfume in my eye<br>And it sure ain't easy fightin' with a boy named Sue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I hit him in the head with a caned-back chair<br>And he screamed hey dad you mussed my hair<br>And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint <br>He was spittin' blood I was spittin' teeth <br>And we crashed through the wall and out into the street<br>A kickin and gougin' in the mud and the blood and the creme de menth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out of his garter he pulls a gun I'm about to get shot by my very own son <br>He's screamin' bout Sigmond Freud and lookin' grim uh<br>So I thought fast and I told him some stuff <br>How I named him Sue just to make him tough <br>And I guess he bought it cuz now I'm livin' with him <br>Yeah he cooks and sews and cleans up the place he cuts my hair and shaves my face <br>And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do<br>And on the nights that I can't score well I can't tell you anymore <br>Sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue yeah a son is fun <br>But it's a joy to have a boy named Sue</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sheldon+Allan+Silverstein">Sheldon Allan Silverstein</a><div class=q>
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It is unfair I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view
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