I woke up this mornin',
Then I went back to bed.
Said I woke up this mornin',
Then I went right back to bed.
Got a funny kinda feelin',
Like I got broken glass in my underwear,
And a herd of wild pigs is tryin' to chew off my head.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Well, I ain't got no money,
I'm just walkin' down the road.
Said I ain't got no money, honey,
So I'm just walkin' down this lonely old road.
Well, I wish I could get me some money,
But I forgot my automated teller code.
I was born in a paper sack, in the bottom of a sewer.
I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor,
My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tile.
My brothers and sisters all hated me,'cause I was an only
child.
I got the blues so bad. Whoo!
Kinda wish I was dead.
Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama.
Or maybe I'll, yeah, maybe I'll just go bowlin' instead.
I'm just a no-good, scum-sucking, nose-picking, boot-licking,
snivelling, grovelling worthless hunk of slime.
Nothin' but a low-down, beer-bellied, bone-headed, pigeon-toed,
turkey-necked, weasel-faced worthless hunk of slime.
I guess I've got a pretty low self-image, maybe it's a chemical
imbalance or something.
I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I've got
the time.
Guitar -
Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk.
Okay, now make it shut up.
Plagues and famine and pestilence always
seem to get me down.
I always feel so miserable whenever I'm around.
I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through
my brain.
I'd flush myself right down the toilet, but I'd just clog
up the drain.
I got the blues so bad, Whoo!
Kinda wish I was dead.
Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama,
Or maybe I'll go bowling.
Or I just might go bowling.
Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and go bowling.
Maybe I'll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid-lookin'
shirt and go bowling,
Instead. Yea-heh-ah.
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