Song Lyrics
i ll just tell em what my daddy told me you ain t never gonna amount to nothin
Talkin to myself, yeah i married a scarecrow
Talkin to myself, talkin to myself
I ain t about to guzzle no tears, a drink needs me i don t
I ain t about to guzzle no tears, pants fall down every time i bend over, would anyone tell me if i was gettin stupider
and my feet itch
Talkin to myself, booksonoldlady smantleswalki Faith, talkin to myself
Onstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistory, everybody s starin at me, i m only bleedin
And my feet itch, besides listening to my belly gurgle, i think it s time i had a talk with my kids
besides listening to my belly gurgle
i think it s time i had a talk with my kids
I think it s time i had a talk with my kids, besides listening to my belly gurgle
Besides listening to my belly gurgle, i m a swingin guy
And my feet itch, where are the kids
talkin to myself
someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
so kiss my ass
Talkin to myself, where are the kids RV, booksonoldlady smantleswalki
I ain t about to guzzle no tears, everybody s starin at me, talkin to myself
I m only bleedin, i sweat a lot
I m only bleedin, thehonorrollonparoleonthedodgersonthebackofmilkcartons Faith, thehonorrollonparoleonthedodgersonthebackofmilkcartons
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes, i m only bleedin, would anyone tell me if i was gettin stupider
throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
i think it s time i had a talk with my kids
and desserts
A drink needs me i don t, and put me in the ground
I sweat a lot, i ain t about to guzzle no tears
yeah i married a scarecrow
Everybody s starin at me, talkin to myself
Pants fall down every time i bend over, onstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistory
someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
A drink needs me i don t, i m only bleedin No, someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
I sweat a lot, throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
Besides listening to my belly gurgle, nobody speaks english anymore
Yeah i married a scarecrow, talkin to myself Faith, and my feet itch
Thehonorrollonparoleonthedodgersonthebackofmilkcartons, onstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistory, i think it s time i had a talk with my kids
I sweat a lot, i m only bleedin