My Old Man’s A Fatso The Queers

Locked inside my bedroom
Looking at the pictures up on the wall
I need a little elbow room
I need space, man, that ain't all

First thing when I get home
My folks jump on my case
"Get a job, take the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place"
Someday when I'm a man
I'm gonna put them in their place

'Cause my old man's a fatso
He's got a bathtub for a mouth
My old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house

Cruising down the highway
Feels so good to see empty space
I don't feel like a prisoner
I don't feel like a basket case
Turn the radio up to ten
And you know I've found my place
Yeah

"Get a job, put thе dishes out
Put the trash back in its place"
Now that I'm a man
I'm gonna piss right in thеir face