Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fishin' Hole, artist - Stephen Lynch. Album song 3 Balloons, in the genre Date of issue: 23.03.2009
Record label: Stephen Lynch
Song language: English
Fishin' Hole |
| Wanted to have some quality time with my son |
| So I brought him down to the fishing hole |
| Didn’t like the feeling of that worm in his hand |
| Got mad, threw down his fishing pole |
| I said «That's alright, son let’s go and get an ice cream |
| Let your old man buy you a treat.» |
| But he didn’t like no flavors up upon that wall |
| Started crying and ran into the street |
| He’s an asshole |
| My kid’s an asshole |
| I swear, it just don’t float my boat |
| Always crying, always crying |
| Made me want to punch him in his little throat |
| Called my lady up to tell her what had happened |
| How our son had run away |
| She said don’t worry baby, I will talk to him |
| And everything will be okay |
| My lady’s an asshole |
| She’s an asshole |
| Her assholishness is off the charts |
| Always perfect, always perfect |
| Made me want to punch her in her lady parts |
| I decided I’d go down to the bar |
| And drown my sorrows in a beer |
| The sign outside said closed for renovations |
| We’ll open up again next year |
| That bar is an asshole |
| It’s an asshole |
| Oh, the worst bar in the land |
| Always closing, always closing |
| Can’t punch a bar cause you’ll hurt your hand |
| I went home to forget about my troubles |
| Sat down in my favorite easy chair |
| But I couldn’t relax for the pain I was feeling |
| As my hemroid began to flare |
| My asshole’s an asshole |
| A real butthole |
| He should put his asshole self in check |
| Always burning, always itching |
| Makes me want to punch him in his asshole neck |
| Late one night, lying awake in bed |
| A realization came |
| Are there really asshole’s everywhere I look |
| Or am I the one to blame? |
| Maybe I just do not say the things I should say |
| And I don’t do the things I ought |
| So I took a good hard look at myself in the mirror |
| And this is what I thought: |
| The guy who sold me this mirror’s an asshole |
| He’s an asshole, son of a bitch said it was antique |
| He was lying, he was lying |
| Made me want to punch him in his salesman cheek |
| I’m on a real asshole streak |
| I could open up an asshole boutique |
| I think this song has reached it’s peak |
| Goodbye, you assholes, see you next week |