Asshole

Asshole

You see his face, you hear his voice

Slowly, he’s coming your way

He’s saying “hi”, so you have no choice

He just won’t go away

You look at him and clearly you see

But you have to look closely

That he’s got the asshole shtick down to a T

And that is annoying you mostly

His jokes suck worse than his breath

He thinks that he’s funny

And yes that sound is his moronic laugh

To stop you would pay him money

When he talks, it’s making you mad

Baby, he knows everything

But you’re alone and that’s really sad

He’s acting like he’s a king

You can see right through, he’s full of shit

Hopefully it won’t take too long

For the proverbial fan to really be hit

So they can sing this very song.