My dad likes to come home late from work When we're all asleep And watch Country Music T.V. I know what's going on Shania, Shania I know what's going on Shania, Shania I know what's going on It feels so wrong I hope you break your neck Come on dad, you're making me sad Pull your pants up, you're busted Step away from the couch And put your fucking hands up You're busted The Kleenex box won't save you from your fucking lies now You're busted I can't believe that you're the guy who taught me to how to clean In the shower Come on dad, you can do better I know that you can do better Why don't you want to bone someone a little bit older? Why can't you control your giant Honky-Tonk boner? Admit that you don't have a little Helen Hunt fever And I'll leave you alone My dad likes to come home late from work When we're all asleep And watch Country Music T.V. I think I'm tellig mom As soon as she's done watching Remington Steel He's dead