My Old Man's A Fatso

Lyrics

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 [incomprehensible]
 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

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Song Details

Duration
01:19
Key
9
Tempo
152 BPM

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