- Låttext: wake up in the mornin feelin like a slut (what up bitch?)
grab the longest object i can find and shove it up my butt
before i leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of cum
'cause all the boy
- Oh, he doesn't smell like Irish Spring,
And he never taught me anything,
But still I slap my chest and sing -
Of My Drunken Irish Dad.
Oh, his face looks like a railroad map,
And he never shuts h