My Old Man's a Fatso

I'm locked inside my bedroom lookin at the pictures up on the wall I need a little elbow room, I need space and that ain't all Get home first thing you know my folks jump on my case Get a job put the dishes out put the trash bag in its place Someday when I'm a man I'm gonna put them in their place 'cause my old man's a fatso He's got a potbelly for a mouth Baby my old man's a fatso But you know he owns this house Yeah I'm locked inside the classroom starin at the dots up on the wall My teacher's all the retards, I need out baby and that ain't all I don't care about textbooks or the Jews and discoveries of Spain I gotta gotta gotta leave this town I'll take a bus, catch a plane Cause my old man's a fatso He's got a bathtub for a mouth Baby my old man's a fatso But you know he owns this... house! Two three four! I'm cruising on the highway, feels so good to see open space I don't feel like a prisoner, I don't feel like a basket case I turn the radio up to ten and you know I found my place Yeah get a job put the dishes out put the trash bag in its place Now that I'm a man I'm gonna put them in their place Cause my old man's a fatso He's got a bathtub for a mouth Baby my old man's a fatso But you know he owns this house