| My dinner’s on fire while she watches TV
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| And if you ever wondered what it’s like to be me
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| She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
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| Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
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| I’m breakin' my back, doin' the best that I can
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| She’s got time for the dog and none for her man
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| And I’m no dope, but I can’t cope
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| So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope
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| You can piss up a rope
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| And you can put on your shoes, hit the road, get truckin'
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| Pack your bag, I don’t need the ag
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| On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
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| You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
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| Now you’re up shit’s creek with a turd for a paddle
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| And I can’t cope, piss up a rope
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| You can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
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| You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
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| For the last six months I’ve been packin' your bag
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| You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag
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| Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
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| I’m sick of your mouth and your 2% milk
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| And I’m no dope, but I’ve lost all hope
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| So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope
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| You can piss up a rope
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| And you can put on your shoes, hit the road, get truckin'
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| Pack your bag, I don’t need the ag
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| On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
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| You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
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| Now you’re up shit’s creek with a turd for a paddle
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| And I can’t cope, piss up a rope
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| You can piss up a rope
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| And you can put on your shoes, hit the road, get truckin'
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| Pack your bag, I don’t need the ag
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| On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
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| You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
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| Now you’re up shit’s creek with a turd for a paddle
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| And I can’t cope, piss up a rope
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| You can piss up a rope
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| And you can put on your shoes, hit the road, get truckin'
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| Pack your bag, I don’t need the ag
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| On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
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| You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
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| Now you’re up shit’s creek with a turd for a paddle
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| And I can’t cope, piss up a rope |