Letra
Ver letra con acordes
(7)
Wanna have some quality time with my son
So I brought him down to the fishin’ hole
(7)
Didn’t like the feelin of that worm in his hand
Got mad, threw down his fishin pole
(7)
Said that’s all right son lets go and get an ice cream
Let your old man buy you a treat
(7)
But he didn’t like no flavors up upon that wall
Started crying and ran into the street
He’s an a**hole, my kids an a**hole
I swear he just don’t float my boat
Always crying, always crying,
made me wanna punch him in his little throat
(that s basically the entire song, and the at the very end...)
I’m on a real a**hole streak
I could open an a**hole boutique
I think this song has reached its peak
Goodbye you a**holes, see you next week
Wanna have some quality time with my son
So I brought him down to the fishin’ hole
(7)
Didn’t like the feelin of that worm in his hand
Got mad, threw down his fishin pole
(7)
Said that’s all right son lets go and get an ice cream
Let your old man buy you a treat
(7)
But he didn’t like no flavors up upon that wall
Started crying and ran into the street
He’s an a**hole, my kids an a**hole
I swear he just don’t float my boat
Always crying, always crying,
made me wanna punch him in his little throat
(that s basically the entire song, and the at the very end...)
I’m on a real a**hole streak
I could open an a**hole boutique
I think this song has reached its peak
Goodbye you a**holes, see you next week