Backside Melts Into The Sofa
My World, My TV, And My Food
Besides Listening To My Belly Gurgle
Ain't Much Else To Do
Yeah, I Sweat A Lot
Pants Fall Down Every Time I Bend Over
And My Feet Itch
Yeah - I Married A Scarecrow
I Hate You
Talkin' To Myself
Everybody's Starin' At Me
I'm Only Bleedin'
Someone Taps Me On The Shoulder Every 5 Minutes
Nobody Speaks English Anymore
Would Anyone Tell Me If I Was Gettin' Stupider?
I Hate You
Talkin' To Myself
You Don't Feel It After Awhile
You Take The Beating
I'm A Swingin' Guy
Throw A Belt Over The Shower Curtain Rod
And Swing - - -
Toss Me Inside A Hefty
And Put Me In The Ground
A Drink Needs Me
I Don't
I Ain't About To Guzzle No Tears
So Kiss My Ass
Newscasters, Cockroaches, And Desserts
I Hate You
Talkin' To Myself
Everybody's Starin' At Me
I'm Only Bleedin'
Where Are The Kids?
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I Think It's Time I Had A Talk With My Kids
I'll Just Tell 'em What My Daddy Told Me
YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT TO NOTHIN'