Asshole Son Songtext
von Bob Rivers

In his eyes, I′m full-grown
29 and still at home
Raid the fridge, feed my face
I'm the son that′s a disgrace

Live here free, don't pay rent
Brought the car back with a dent
I'm asleep, counting sheep
Thought I heard him scream again


Asshole son, you′re a bum
You trashed the car again
Asshole son, what a bum, what a bum
Asshole son, mow the lawn
And put your clothes away
Asshole son, what a bum

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What a bum (asshole son, asshole son)
What a bum (asshole son, asshole son)
What a bum (asshole son, asshole son)