(7)
Wanna have some quality time with my son
So I brought him down to the fishinâ hole
(7)
Didnât like the feelin of that worm in his hand
Got mad, threw down his fishin pole
(7)
Said thatâs all right son lets go and get an ice cream
Let your old man buy you a treat
(7)
But he didnât like no flavors up upon that wall
Started crying and ran into the street
Heâs an a**hole, my kids an a**hole
I swear he just donât 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...)
Iâm 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