well I talk to my son
till I'm blue in the face
he's a rock n roll bum
the family disgrace
he lays around the house
smokes dope and masturbates
tell me son, what do you want to be
now you're a young shit
as I've ever seen
there's much more to life than a cotton magazine
I'll send you to college to get your degree
now tell me son, what do you want to be
Dad, I wanna be a gynecologist
study female anatomy
KY, rubber gloves, and a flashlight
now that is the life for me
well I spoke to my wife
said what can be done
with this highly offensive
excuse for a son
he sits at the table
and he belches and he farts
then he drinks til he pukes
and he sleeps in his barf
I went up to his room
I didn't bother to knock
I said "son, we've got to talk,
please put away your cock"
you're a living breathing insult
to society
tell me son, what do you want to be
Dad, I wanna be a gynecologist
study female anatomy
KY, rubber gloves, and a flashlight
now that is the life for me
well I was proud of my son
he had earned his degree
he was a genuine doctor of gynecology
he's got an office and a nurse
and patients galore
who could ask for anything more?
Dad, I ain't got a damn to be thankful for
I got 16 old ladies lined up outside the door
they all smell like tuna fish and they shit on the floor
to tell the truth, it's all a big bore
I don't wanna be a gynecologist
studyin female anatomy
KY, rubber gloves and a flashlight
it ain't all it's cracked up to be
Biker Joe Warren
[ May 04, 2005, 10:35 PM: Message edited by: Hank ]
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