Lyrics

(I'm Turning Into) Mister Wilson words and music by Scott Yoho


Here come the neighbor kids knocking on my door again,
Selling tickets for the pancake breakfast or candy bars for camp
I'm hiding in my kitchen now, way back where they can't see me,
When the coast is clear I'll wipe their nose prints from the front door glass

chorus:

I don't understand
I guess I'm turning in to Mister Wilson
I'm turning in to Mister Wilson
I'm turning in

I was just about asleep when glass broke in the alley
Are they kicking my recycling now or breaking in my car?
If some kid should cut himself while trying to steal my tape deck,
I'm sure his folks will sue me cause it happened in my yard

chorus

I haven't always been this way, I wasn't born an ogre,
I didn't always yell at kids who pulled bark off of trees
But children weren't that fond of me, back when I still was one
As the gulf keeps growing bigger I'm a little bit afraid

I don't understand
I guess I'm turning into
Dennis' menacing nemesis: Mister Wilson

I'm turning Into Mister Wilson (x3)
I'm turning in &endash; hey hey!

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