I’ve got a sister, she is nine
She likes to argue all the time
What’s more unfortunately
She likes to argue most with me
I say black, then she says white
I say day then she says night
My mom says why can’t you agree
I say it’s her fault,
don’t blame me

CHORUS
Is not, is too
Is not is not, is too, is too
Is not, is not, is not, is not
Is too, is too, is too

No matter what I say or do
It seems that I just can’t get through
I tell her “Something’s wrong with you”
She never sees my point of view
I yell it loud so she can hear
I yell it loud into her ear
I could yell all day and night
She won’t see what I say is right

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One day I guess we went too far
When we were yelling in the car
When we got home my mother said
The two of you go right to bed
From my room I heard her call
My sister talking through the wall
“It’s all your fault we’re stuck inside!”
“Here we go again,” I cried

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My mom said
“You two drive me bats”
I said, “Go tell my sister that
She said, “No, it takes both of you to argue just the way you do
If you won’t listen you are bound
To watch your fight go round and round
Instead of saying “Is not, is too”
Why don’t you both say something new?”

Fine…

uh uh, uh huh
uh uh, uh uh,
uh huh, uh huh
uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh
uh huh, uh huh, uh huh..

CHORUS

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