Four Years Old — Adam Sandler

Hey Why'd you wake me from my nap? I'm not in the mood To play your games Or sit on your lap

You Where's my Yankees drinking glass? I want some juice And I want it now So you better move your ass And feel bad for me 'Cuz I'm just getting over a cold

I'm four years old! I'm four years old! I'm four years old! Somebody better tie my shoes!

Now I run down the hall I scream and I yell And I cry 'cuz I fell Bring the rubbing alcohol

Outside I get mud on my shoe I come back in the house I get it on the rug The cleanging's up to you And I won't take a bath Unless you make me Spaghetti-O's

I'm four years old! I'm four years old! I'm four years old! Mommy reads to me at night Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Well I can't have a job And I can't go to school If no grownups are around I can't go near the pool I'm not alowed to climb My neighbor's apple tree I'm not allowed to sit Too close to the TV I don't know how to drive And I don't know how to spell But if I hear my brother cursing I do know how to tell 'Cuz he made me eat some bread That was covered in mold

I'm four years old! I'm four years old! I'm four years old! I just threw up on my grandmother