Ever since I moved to Chico
I can barely get along
Got a pocket full of seeds
Going to get me in trouble
Gonna help me write this song
Cause I put 'em in the window
Sure enough, don't ya know
Cops are in my room
On the day I went fishin'
Up in Deer Creek on Free Fishing Day
When I say I got troubles
I'll let you know right now
I been workin' 11 to 7 at their
Manor for Mentally disturbed Maniacs
And I think I'm ready for a room of my own
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