Lyrics My Old Man's A Fatso - The Queers, Jeromes Dream

My Old Man's A Fatso

Locked inside my bedroom
Seein' the picture up on the wall
I need a little elbowroom
I need space man that ain’t all
First thing you like or not
Folks jump on my case
Get a job, take the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place
Someday when I’m louder
I’ll put them in their place
'Cause my old man’s a fatso
A bathtub for a mouth
My old man’s a fatso
You know he owns this house
Cruisin' on a highway
It feels so good to see open space
I feel like I’m
I don’t feel like a basket case
Turn the radio up to ten
You know I’ve found my place, yeah
Get a job, put the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place
Now that I’m a man
I’m gonna put them in their place
'Cause my old man’s a fatso
A bathtub for a mouth
My old man’s a fatso
You know he owns this house