Tanya T

So my little brother Tanya had some troubles in Sibley
I let little brother come live with me in my garage
Meat loaf and mashed potatoes on the table watching cable
Code of Silence, Chuck Norris in the flick is violent
To be honest with you, I never liked Notre Dame
I pull for Chicago teams, both insane
They both play each other, I hope for a good game
Both stadiums are accessible by the same train
To be honest with you, Tanya's not the best worker
Always tryin to take shortcuts, he gets so upset
Relax, over a hundred games left
Did a bad job as an intramural wrestling ref
Got him a job right before he left Sibley

Tanya T signs on poles
(708) then his numerical telephone code
Mop the basement if it's flooded, sweep out the garage, problems with bees, call him or me
Go to the garage and get him
If he's takin' a nap, I knock off his hat, "Get up
You need to go back, you missed a wall. You got some more calls
There's more garage door poles
Clean out your vest and go paint the front hall, Tanya."
Love Stace
When this guy came to film us, you shoulda seen his face
When she rolled up the window
Don't stop now boys
To be honest with you, I never like Illinoise

So what does Tanya do?
He whines and whines and cries and cries
Don't get a job
He had a contract to install some blinds
Showed up late, didn't show up two times
Never again
One time he came home, his throat was bruised
His shirt was torn off
I thought the enforcers roughed him up, he was crying
Mouth trembling, couldn't get a word out
Once he piped down, it was his girlfriend who roughed him up
Roughed him up and beat him up around
I patched him up, dropped him off at the women's shelter
I visit him every week and bring him a treat
[?]
He said "thanks"
I get a "thanks"
[?} hey, hey
Tanya can't even go near Sibley
Running around [?]
Cops pulled him over prowling for the ounce
Tanya said "Sir, the drugs are in the side pouch."
Ever since then, Tanya's a snitch
Confidential suburban informant
Tanya T, Confidential T
Busted for anything, the city blame T, everything was T
He tried to tell on everything
Til the enforcers broke his legs
Stretched him out over chairs and they broke his legs with kegs
Who'd he call? Kenny, that's who
Visited him in the hospital
Taught him how to walk again, taught him how to talk again
[?]
And this the thanks I get
And his lady busted his lip and he's bleeding and crying
Worse than the enforcers had him
Choke marks around his throat
Tears so cold
I set him up in my garage
And this the thanks I get
And this the thanks I get
Give me my bennies back
Give me my bennies back, T