Fishin' Hole

Stephen Lynch

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    Wanna have some quality time with my son
    So I brought him down to the fishin' hole
    Didn't like the feelin' of that worm in his hand
    Got mad, threw down his fishin' pole

    Said, "That's alright, son. Let's go and get an ice cream"
    "Let your old man buy you a treat"
    But he didn't like no flavors up upon that wall
    Started crying, and ran into the street...

    He's an asshole, my kid's an asshole
    I swear it just don't float my boat
    Always crying, always crying
    Made me wanna punch him in his little throat
    Called my lady up to tell her what had happened
    How our son had run away
    She said, "Don't worry, baby, I will talk to him"
    "And everything will be okay"

    My lady's an asshole, she's an asshole
    Her assholishness is off the charts
    Always perfect, always perfect
    Made me wanna punch her in her lady-parts

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    I decided I'd go down to the bar
    And drown my sorrows in a beer
    But the sign outside said 'Closed For Renovations'
    'We'll open up again next year'...

    That bar is an asshole, it's an asshole
    Oh, the worst bar in the land!
    Always closing, always closing
    Can't punch a bar, cause you'll hurt your hand
    I went home to forget about my troubles
    Sat down in my favorite eazy chair
    But I couldn't relax from the pain I was feelin'
    As my hemorrhoid began to flair...

    My asshole's an asshole, a real butthole
    Needs to put his asshole-self in check!
    Always burning, always itching
    Made me wanna punch him in his asshole neck

    Late one night, lyin' awake in bed
    Mmmm, a realization came
    Are there really assholes everywhere I look?
    Or am I the one to blame?
    Maybe I just do not say the things I should say
    And I don't do the things I ought
    So I took a good, hard look at myself in the mirror
    And this is what I thought...
    The guy who sold me this mirror is an asshole, he's an asshole
    Son of a bitch said it was antique
    He was lyin', he was lyin'
    Made me wanna punch him in his salesman cheek

    I'm on a real asshole streak
    I could open up an asshole boutique
    I think this song has reached it's peak
    Goodbye, you assholes, see you next week!

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    Composición: Stephen Lynch

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