My Old Man's A Fatso

Locked inside my bedroom, looking at the pictures up on the wall
I need a little elbowroom, I need space, man, that ain't all
Get home first thing you know 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 pot, baby, for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house, yeah

Locked inside the classroom, staring at the dots up on the wall
My teachers all are retards I need out, baby, that ain't all
I don't care about textbooks or the Jews that discovered Spain
I gotta gotta gotta leave this town, I'll take the bus, I'll catch a plane

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

Yeah!

Two, three, four

When cruising on the highway, it feels so good to see open space
I don't feel like a prisoner, I don't feel like a basket case
I turn the radio up to ten and you know I've found my place
Yep, 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
He's got a bathtub for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house