| Backside melts into a sofa
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| My world, my TV, and my food
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| Besides listening to my belly gurgle
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| Ain’t much else to do
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| Yeah, I sweat a lot
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| Pants fall down every time I bend over
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| And my feet itch
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| Yeah, I married a scarecrow
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| I hate you
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| Talking to myself
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| Everibody’s starin' at me
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| I’m only bleedin'
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| Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
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| Nobody speaks English anymore
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| Would anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider?
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| I hate you
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| Talking to myself
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| You don’t feel it after awhile
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| You take the beating
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| I’m a swingin' guy
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| Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
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| And swing
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| Toss me inside a Hefty
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| And put me in the ground
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| A drink needs me
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| I don’t
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| I ain’t about to guzzle no tears
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| so kiss my ass
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| Newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts
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| I hate you
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| Talkin' to myself
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| Everibody’s starin' at me
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| I’m only bleedin'
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| Where are the kids?
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| maybe pregnant or on drugs
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| or on welfare on top of the world
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| on the honor roll on parole on the Dodgers
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| on the back of milk cartons on stakes
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| in the middle of corn fields
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| on covers of future history books
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| on old lady’s mantles walkin' on water nailed on crosses
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| I think it’s time I had a talk with my kids
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| I’ll just tell 'em what my daddy told me
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| YOU AIN’T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT TO NOTHIN' |