P.C.

Lyrics

You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who aren't exactly politically correct Like the other day, I was out walking my Siberian-American huskies And you know how canines are: they like to sniff everything, including each other's butts And some guy walks up and he says, "Man, Get your dog's ass out of that other dog's nose!" So, I replied, "How dare you call them dogs! They're Siberian-American huskies That's like calling an African-American a Black Or calling a Mexican-American a Mexican. Or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" It pissed me off so much I got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to San Francisco! My bus is broken down My spirit's broken too My girl's by my side So I don't feel so blue Thirty miles more To make it to the city Where junk is king And the air smells shitty But I like it You know I like it You know I like it You know I like it like it yes I do What a friendly town It really suits us well It took some getting used to That fucking hippy smell Everyone corrects me Every time I speak I'm sick and fucking tired Of feeling like a stupid L.A. geek But I like it You know I like it I said I like it You know I like it like it yes I do I say it's not an issue It doesn't shed much light On a global scale It isn't worth the fight The tongue that girl speaks Is forked to you and me That bitch has got a problem I think it's called P.C You know I like it You know I like it You know I like it like it yes I do, uh huh