gurgle Aint much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah-I married a scarecrow I hate you Talking to myself Everibodys starin at me Im only bleedin Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me I was gettin stupider? I hate you Talking to myself You dont feel it after awhile You take the beating Im a swingin guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - - - Toss me inside a Hefty And put me in the ground A drink needs me I dont I aint about to guzzle no tears so kiss my ass newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin to myself Everibodys starin at me Im only bleedin Where are the kids? maybepregnantorondrugs oronwelfareontopoftheworld donthehonorrolonparoleontheDodgers onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes inthemiddleofcornfields oncoversoffuturehistorybooks onoldladysmantleswalkinonwaternailedoncrosses I think its time I had a talk with my kids Ill just tell em what my daddy told me YOU AINT NEVER GONNA AMOUNT NOTHIN