I'm An Asshole

Folks
I’d like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me,
About you,
About the way our American hearts beat
way down in the bottoms of our chests,
About that special feelting
we get in the cockles of our hearts
Or maybe below the cockles,
Maybe in the sub cockle area,
Maybe in the liver,
Maybe in the kidneys,
Maybe even in the colon,
We don’t know

I’m just a regular joe,
With a regular job.
I’m your average white,
Suburbanite slob.
I like football, and porno, and books about war.
I’ve got an average house,
With a nice hardwood floor.
My wife, and my job, my kids, and my car,
My feet on the table,
With a Cuban cigar.
But sometimes that just ain’t enough,
To keep a man like me interested,
Oh no, no way, uh uhh.
No I gotta go out and have fun,
At someone elses expense,
Oh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah,

I drive really slow,
In the ultra fast lane,
while people, behind me, are going insane.

I’m an asshole
(he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole
(he’s an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets,
And I piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summer time,
Sayin’ “How about this heat?”

I’m an asshole
(he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole
(he’s the worlds biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped People, make handicapped faces,

I’m an asshole
(he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole
(he’s a big fuc*** asshole)

Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song,
Ranting and raving and carring on,
Maybe they’re right when they tell me I’m wrong.
NAAAHHHHH

I’m an asshole
(he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole
(he’s the worlds biggest asshole)

You know what I’m gonna do?
I’m gonna get myself a 1967 Cadaliac Eldarado Convertable,
Hot Pink!
With whale skin hub caps,
An all leather cow interior,
And big brown baby seal eyes for headlights.
YEAH!
And I’m gonna drive around in that baby,
At 115 miles per hour,
Getting one mile per gallon,
Sucking down quarter pounder
cheeseburgers from McDonalds in the old-fasioned
non-biodegradable styrafoam containers.
And when I’m done sucking down those grease ball burgers,
I’m gonna wipe my mouth in the American flag,
And then I’m gonna toss
the styrafoam containers right out the side,
And there ain’t a God damn thing anybody can do about it,
You know why?
‘Cause we got the bombs, that’s why.
Two words, Nuclear Fuc*** Weapons OK.
Russia, Germany, Romania,
They can have all the democracy they want.
They can have a big democracy cake,
Walk right through the middle of Tienemen Square,
And it won’t make a lick of difference,
Because we got the bombs OK!
John Wayne’s not dead,
He’s frozen.
And as soon as we find a cure for cancer
we’re gonna thaw out the duke.
And he’s gonna be pretty pissed off,
You know why?
Have you ever taken a cold shower?
Well multiply that by 15 million times,
That’s how pissed off the duke’s gonna be.
I’m gonna get the duke,
And John Cassavetes,
And Lee Marvin
And Sam Peckinpah,
And a case of whiskey,
And drive down to Texas,
And,
(hey, Hey, You know you really are an asshole)
Why don’t you shut up and sing the song pal,
You know the whole time I thought I was that asshole,
And it turns out it was him,
What an Asshole

I’m an asshole
(he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole
(he’s the worlds biggest asshole)

A, SS, HO, LE
Everybody,
A, SS, HO, LE

I’m an asshole, and I’m Proud of it!