The Dirty Knobs - Fuck That Guy

Well look at that clown dressed
Up like Charles Dickens
Sneaking around like Slim Pickens
If he was a woman
He'd think he was God's gift to man
Gonna stick his head in a garbage can

Ah fuck that guy yea fuck that guy
It ought to be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine fuck that guy
Look at that heartless fool
Lurking around the high school
Somebody better call the cops
He ought to be arrested
Ain't nobody around here gonna get molested

Oh fuck that guy yea fuck that guy
It ought to be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine fuck that guy

Yea look at that jerk-off jerk
He's a real piece of work
Rolling and smoking cheap tobacco
He ain't nothing but a loud-mouth wacko

Fuck that guy yea fuck that guy
It ought to be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine fuck that guy

It ought to be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine fuck that guy
Yea, fuck that guy what an asshole
Fuck that guy

Written by:
CHRISTOPHER ALVIN STAPLETON, MICHAEL W CAMPBELL

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