| Here in America, respect your fellow man
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| Some foreign cultures don’t understand
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| We got this little rule and it’s called elbow room
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| Pertaining to the spacial occupancy you consume
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| If I’m in front of line, then you should stay behind
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| Until I get my iceless soda
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| It’s such a simple thing it’s called first come first serve
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| Wooden clogs that smash my feet I really don’t deserve
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| In every region it seems there’s a legion
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| Of impatient close talking slime, that cut in line
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| Barge me with your walkin' spray me with your talkin'
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| I am the ambassador of kick your assador
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| What’s your affinity for my vicinity
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| There’s plenty room here in your country
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| It’s just good etiquette to use deodorant
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| Maybe smelling bad’s the way you choose to represent
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| Boozy and stinkin' I smell what your thinkin'
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| I just need a little more space, get out my face
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| Barge me with your walkin', spray me with your talkin'
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| Back the fuck up ass hole shut your bread and cheese hole
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| Tryin' to make myself clear, give me just a foot here
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| You offend my sinus, I’ll kick your royal highness
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| I’ll see your Euro-barge my friend
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| And raise you one Ugly American
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| In every region it seems there’s a legion
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| Of impatient close talking slime, that cut in line
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| Barge me with your walkin' spray me with your talkin'
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| Push you out of the way sock you in the pate
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| Step right off you inbred, hygiene like a deadhead
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| I am the ambassador, of fuckin' kick your assador! |