| Hey! |
| Do you know what you are?
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| You’re an asshole! |
| An ASSHOLE!
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| Some of you might not agree
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| 'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
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| But think a while and you will see…
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| Broken hearts are for assholes
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| Broken hearts are for assholes
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| Are you an asshole?
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| Broken hearts are for assholes
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| Are you an asshole too?
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| Watcha gonna do, 'cause you’re an asshole…
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| Maybe you think you’re a lonely guy
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| Maybe you think you’re too tough to cry
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| So you went to The Grape,
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| Just to give it a try
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| And Dagmar
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| Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life
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| Was his name…
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| One Two Three Four!
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| The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his pancake make-up
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| And yet he was a beautiful lady
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| Nearly drove you insane
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| Let’s talk about Leather: LEATHERRRRRR
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| And so you kissed a little sailor
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| Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production:
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| Who had just blew in form Spain
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| «Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf»
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| You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel
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| The story of a demented bread-boffer
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| And acted like it was cocaine
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| Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
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| You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
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| Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar’s back in town
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| In a way you can’t explain
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| Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match with Kona…
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| And so you worked the wall with Michael
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| Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite
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| Which gave your back an awful strain
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| Volcanic Hell
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| But you came back on Sunday for the gong show
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| Next Thursday, teen town’s finest…
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| But you forgot what I was sayin'
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| 'Cause you’re an asshole, You’re an asshole
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| That’s right
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| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
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| Yes, yes
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| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
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| That’s right
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| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
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| Now you been to The Grape 'n' you been to The Chest
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| 'N' now I think you know what you are: you’re an asshole
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| You say you can’t live with what you been through
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| Well, ladies you can be an asshole too
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| You might pretend you ain’t got one of the bottom of you,
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| But don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s lookin' at you
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s winkin' at you
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s blinkin' at you
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| That’s what I say
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| I’m gonna ram it, ram it, ram it
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| Ram it up yer poop chute
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| Corn hole
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| Ram it, ram it, ram it
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| Ram it up yer poop chute
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| Fist fuck
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| Ram it, ram it, ram it
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| Ram it up yer poop chute
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| Wrist-watch, Crisco
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| Ram it, ram it, ram it
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| Ram it up yer poop chute
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| Pud!
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s goin' right up yer poop chute
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s goin' right up yer poop chute
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| (etc., repeats)
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| Aw, I knew you’d be surprised… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broken Hearts Are For Assholes , by - Dweezil Zappa. Song from the album Return of the Son of..., in the genre Иностранный рок