Get Your Ass Out Of My House

[Lourdes]
My son, my beautiful child
You've brought me joy, you've made me smile
But now that you're grown and you're a man
Why are you still here? I don't understand

It's time to get your ass out of my house
I don't care where you go
I just want you to know
You've got to get your ass out of my house
Seriously
Why do you still live with me?

Year after year
You're always here
So let me be clear
I want you to disappear
Just in case you had any doubt
It's time to get your ass out

[Josh]
Okay, I get it
I should have packed up the closet
You're right
You're totally right
You don't have to keep singing

[Lourdes]
My son, perhaps that was mean
But I think you should know how frustrated I've been
That Dad and I can't have sex as loud as we want
So follow along with this highlighted font

And please just get your ass out of my house
'Cause I'm not in the mood
To keep on buying your food
Good God, just get your ass out of my house
My church friends think it's a shame
They say my son is so lame

What's up with the random rowboats?

You can sleep in the park
You can sleep on a bus
You can live anywhere
As long as it's not with us
Thanks to your feet, this house smells like sauerkraut
So my dear child, get your ass out