I love the way you wear your wine
Your cigarette ain't far behind
And now it's plain to see
All you don't mean to me
You've got a big fat head
I wish your feet were there instead
So when you fall down on the ground
You could keep to run around
You're unhinged and I'm unable
To find some moral for this fable
And I'm gonna blow my top
You've got a big fat ass
And when it's wrapped in fiberglass
I'm gonna let you pass
I'm stepping out of your path
Well, you're a walking work of art
A Jackson Pollack with a heart
You're such a statue, a vision
When the pigeons circle, they just fart, ooh
You're unhinged and I'm unable
To find some moral for this fable
And I'm gonna blow my top
'Cause lately I've been feeling funny
You've been spending all my money
But I can't make you stop
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You're unhinged and I'm unable
To find some moral for this fable
And I'm gonna blow my top
'Cause lately I've been feeling funny
You've been spending all my money
But I can't make you stop
I love the way you wear your wine
Your cigarette ain't far behind
And now it's plain to see
All you don't mean to me
You've got a big fat ass
And when it's wrapped in fiberglass
I'm gonna let you pass
I'm stepping out of your path
Lately I've been feeling funny
You've been spending all my money
And I'm gonna blow my top
'Cause you're unhinged and I'm unable
To find some moral for this fable
And I can't make you stop