Lyrics

I woke up this morning Then I went back to bed Said I woke up this morning Then I went right back to bed Got a funny kind of 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 ol' 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 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, sniveling, 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 [Solo] 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 And 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 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