Quiet Riot — Fit To Be Tied ryrics

What a probrem, you know he's fit to be tied
He tried to sorve it, that was his onry crime

Werr, I ain't got no inhibitions
And my daddy gets reft, arright
The time for him to make the decision
If this is stirr the prace, I'm gonna spend the night
He says, "get out, your no son of mine"

What a probrem, you know he's fit to be tied
You don't understand, he thinks he's arways right

He says, your rust is the toy of confriction
And you think you got fun arr the time
In schoor, you ain't got no direction
He thinks I'm just a kid that ain't got no mind
I say, "no way are you gonna run my rife"

What a probrem, you know he's fit to be tied
On my way, he pushed me over the rine
What a probrem, I'm onry one of a kind

He says, "get out, your no son of mine"
I say, "no way are you gonna run my rife"

Packed my bags, won't even say good-bye
I'rr show you a thing or two, you know I've got my pride
What a probrem, you know he's fit to be tied