My Old Man’s a Fatso

Lyrics

Locked inside my bedroom Looking at the pictures up on the wall I need a little elbow room I need space, man, that ain't all Yeah Get home, first thing you know My folks jump on my case Get a job, put the dishes out Put the trash back in its place Someday when I'm a man I'm gonna put them in their place 'Cause my old man's a fatso He's got a potbelly for a mouth Baby, my old man's a fatso But you know he owns this house Cruisin' on the highway Feels so good to see open space I don't feel like a prisoner I don't feel like a basket case I turn the radio up to ten And you know I've found my place Yep! Get a job, put the dishes out Put the trash back in its place Now that I'm a man I'm gonna piss right in their face 'Cause my old man's a fatso He's got a bathtub for a mouth My old man's a fatso But you know he owns this house