{INTRO: ...} My dinner's on fire while she watches T.V. And if you ever wonder what it's like to be me She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes Yells at my buddies and insults my folks I'm breakin' my back doin the best that I can She's got time for the dog and none for her man And I'm no dope, but I can't cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a rope You can --- piss.... up a rope And you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin' Pack your bag I don't need the ag On your knees you big booty bitch start suckin' You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle And I can't cope, a- piss up a rope A you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle For the last six months I been packiný your bag You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk Iým sick of your mouth and your two percent milk And I canýt cope, a - piss up a rope Chorus Chorus END