I want to laugh. I want to have fun. I want to feel things
She won't cook. She won't clean. She won't go near the oven
She sucks. She's obscene. She's my ideal woman
And she's the perfect lover. She could grace any cover of a top-shelf magazine
Caught her with the milkman, hugging each other. She was begging for extra cream
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
She won't cook. She won't clean. She won't do the shopping
She sucks. She's obscene. She looks great in stockings
And she's the perfect lover. She could grace any cover of a top-shelf magazine
Caught her with the milkman, hugging each other. She was begging for extra cream
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
The Parents - Home Is Where The Tart Is Lyrics
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I want to laugh. I want to have fun. I want to feel things
She won't cook. She won't clean. She won't go near the oven
She sucks. She's obscene. She's my ideal woman
And she's the perfect lover. She could grace any cover of a top-shelf magazine
Caught her with the milkman, hugging each other. She was begging for extra cream
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
She won't cook. She won't clean. She won't do the shopping
She sucks. She's obscene. She looks great in stockings
And she's the perfect lover. She could grace any cover of a top-shelf magazine
Caught her with the milkman, hugging each other. She was begging for extra cream
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
She won't cook. She won't clean. She won't go near the oven
She sucks. She's obscene. She's my ideal woman
And she's the perfect lover. She could grace any cover of a top-shelf magazine
Caught her with the milkman, hugging each other. She was begging for extra cream
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
She won't cook. She won't clean. She won't do the shopping
She sucks. She's obscene. She looks great in stockings
And she's the perfect lover. She could grace any cover of a top-shelf magazine
Caught her with the milkman, hugging each other. She was begging for extra cream
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
So I don't wanna go to no disco. I don't wanna go to no parties
I just wanna go home. Cause home is where the tart is
Writer: David Bocock, Russell Tranter
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