Hanson Brothers

I was home watching the hockey game
The score was five to one, L.A. against the Flames
I heard footsteps, on the second floor
I knew it was Brad, and, boy, was I fuckin sore
I went flying up the stairs,
My room was in a shambles, my stuff was everywhere
Brad cowered in the corner, his lip curled in a sneer
"Ill fix you" I said,
"You little puke, get out of here!"
"Brad, no! Brad, leave it alone!
Not my hockey cards
Put them down, asshole!
Brad, no! Brad, leave that alone!
Not my Gameboy! No! No!"
Mom comes running in, she says,
"Dwayne, now dont you hit him!"
Brad starts to smirk
so I kicked him, the little jerk,
I said "I hate you! You dick!
I hate you! You dick!
Youre not my little brother!
Youre just a little prick!"
I tried to kick him in the teeth,
Mom said I was grounded for a week
I said "Please, Mom, please - Why is it always me?
Im not the one thats bad!
Im not the one thats bad!
Its Brad, you old cow! Dont you see?
Its Brad!"
"Brad, no! Brad, leave it alone!
Not my swimsuit issue!
Put that back under the pillow!
Brad no! Leave my smokes alone!
Steal dads, or go buy your own!"
He went into my sisters room, across the hall
He said, "Dwaynes having a bird. You wanna play with the Barbie Dolls?"
I heard them laughing, they were laughing at me!
I heard Brad say "That Dwayne, hes such a dweeb"
"Brad, no! Wait till I get you alone!
Youre gonna die, man!
Youll wish youd never been born!
Brad, you fuck!
Just wait, you little shmuck!
Youre not getting away! No! No!"
Im seriously considering getting my goalie stick and beating his fuckin head in
[ Brad Lyrics ]