Problem Child
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- Feb 21, 2001
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(to the tune of Monty Python's The Lumberjack song)
A_J:
I'm a dickhead, and I'm okay.
I whine all night and I drink all day.
LIT CHORUS:
He's a dickhead, and he's okay,
He whines all night and he drinks all day!
A_J:
I sniff my farts, I scratch my ass,
and dream of conspiracies,
and every night like clockwork
I accuse Laurel of oppressing me.
LIT CHORUS:
He sniffs his farts, and scratches his ass,
and dreams of conspiracies,
and every night like clockwork
He accuses Laurel of oppressing him!
He's a dickhead, and he's okay.
He whines all night and he drinks all day!
A_J:
I play my tune, the same old song,
verbal di-a-rrhe-a
It's all about Dixon,
And his ped-o-phi-li-a
LIT CHORUS:
He plays his tune, the same old song,
verbal di-a-rrhe-a
It's all about dixon,
And his ped-o-phi-li-a
He's a dickhead, and he's okay.
He whines all night and he drinks all day!
A_J:
I read my threads, and spank my monkey,
Until it's good and raw,
I'm living in a bunker,
and eating canned cole slaw.
LIT CHORUS:
He reads his threads, and spanks his monkey,
Until it's good and raw,
He's living in a bunker,
and eating canned cole slaw!
A_J:
I'm a dickhead, and I'm okay.
I whine all night and I drink all day.
LIT CHORUS:
He's a dickhead, and he's okay,
He whines all night and he drinks all day!
A_J:
I sniff my farts, I scratch my ass,
and dream of conspiracies,
and every night like clockwork
I accuse Laurel of oppressing me.
LIT CHORUS:
He sniffs his farts, and scratches his ass,
and dreams of conspiracies,
and every night like clockwork
He accuses Laurel of oppressing him!
He's a dickhead, and he's okay.
He whines all night and he drinks all day!
A_J:
I play my tune, the same old song,
verbal di-a-rrhe-a
It's all about Dixon,
And his ped-o-phi-li-a
LIT CHORUS:
He plays his tune, the same old song,
verbal di-a-rrhe-a
It's all about dixon,
And his ped-o-phi-li-a
He's a dickhead, and he's okay.
He whines all night and he drinks all day!
A_J:
I read my threads, and spank my monkey,
Until it's good and raw,
I'm living in a bunker,
and eating canned cole slaw.
LIT CHORUS:
He reads his threads, and spanks his monkey,
Until it's good and raw,
He's living in a bunker,
and eating canned cole slaw!
