There's bad news and there's good news.

I hate you! I really really hate you!

I say it all the time,

you drive me mad,

bloody Dad.

Is it such a crime

To leave my bedroom in a tip

and make my mother cry?

You don't try to understand me

you just roll your eyes and sigh.

You make me eat, and make me wash

you're such a control freak

but I'll have the last laugh on you both

I'm moving out next week.