Lyrics

Hey there mister officer, why'd you shoot my dog? If i took a shit, my friend, you'd probably shoot the log Why, why, why do you do me this way? You can't fuck your gorgeous wife Plus, your son is gay, yea Hey there, mister officer Your son is a fag I saw him on east twelfth street with a knock off gucci bag! Why, why, why do you do me this way? You can't fuck your gorgeous wife Plus, your son is gay *instrumental* Hey there, mister officer, why not put down your gun? You and me should get together and have sex with your son! Why, why, why do you do me this way? You can't fuck your gorgeous wife Plus, your son is gay Okay ladies and penis holsters, what we're talking about here Is an ak-10 white, globally trimmed, zero fire time correct it Envelope modifying rat-nosed leather black first manufacturing facility Somewhere At a secret location Perhaps in a building shaped like a doughnut in lufkin, texas Lufkin, the home town of the chick o stick And also, i'd like to talk about lesbian veterinarians Ball choppers The motherfuckers The ones you should stay away from God bless them, but should they fry now I would be a happy man And also, if for one day For one day only I could wear the battle garb The battle garb donned by the bravest Synagogue-going-to motherfuckers there ever was And them's the goddamned jewish preachers on the battlefield And what do they do? They gotta protect their heads With camouflage yarmulkes Camouflage yarmulkes dominate the scene When i go to bed at night, of yarmulkes, i dream Why, why, why do you do me this way? You can't fuck your gorgeous wife Plus, your son is gay Somewhere wearing yarmulkes for various intents Some i wear to scare the kids, some i give To the president Why, why, why do you do me this way? You can't fuck your gorgeous wife Plus, your son is gay A homosexual man in the house of the cop We shall live unhindered forever Bunnies dancing in a field of homosexual policeman kissing us Now