Boxing Day - Sondre Lerche

So it’s clear that he isn’t man enough

To fulfill our expectationcy

Knowingly accepted mental poverty

Since he filled the application out

He has been replaced

Calendar reads: Boxing Day

Pack your bags, this town isn’t big enough

Tell your mother, scenery must change

Tell your father that it’s much too late

You’re a grown man in your keeper’s cage

Wipe that smile away

And keep your fingers away from my face

Send him off to base camp

Come home Boxing Day

You stay out of trouble

Son, don’t bring me trouble

Now

Don’t bring me trouble now

Shut your mouth while I read you all your rights

Don’t be smarter than you were before

Don’t be showing off obvious flaws

Don’t be anything we can’t ignore

Don’t be such a bore

And don’t be coming around here no more

Send him off to base camp

Come home, Boxing Day

You stay out of trouble

Son, don’t bring me trouble

Now

Don’t bring me trouble now

A pair of arms, too short to reach

A pair of feet, too long to leap

A pair of lips, too big to miss

Smile lovingly to some freak who can’t kiss

Don’t bring me trouble now

Don’t bring me trouble now

Don’t bring me trouble now