Lyrics My Old Man's a Fatso - Angry Samoans

My Old Man's a Fatso

Locked inside my bedroom
Looking at the pictures up on the wall
I need a little elbow room
I need space, man, that ain’t all
Yeah
Get home, first thing you know
My folks jump on my case
Get a job, put the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place
Someday when I’m a man
I’m gonna put them in their place
'Cause my old man’s a fatso
He’s got a potbelly for a mouth
Baby, my old man’s a fatso
But you know he owns this house
Cruisin' on the highway
Feels so good to see open space
I don’t feel like a prisoner
I don’t feel like a basket case
I turn the radio up to ten
And you know I’ve found my place
Yep!
Get a job, put the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place
Now that I’m a man
I’m gonna piss right in their face
'Cause my old man’s a fatso
He’s got a bathtub for a mouth
My old man’s a fatso
But you know he owns this house