My dinner's on fire while she watches T.V.
And if you ever wonder what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breakin' my back doin the best that I can
She's got time for the dog and none for her man
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a
rope
A you can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag I don't need the ag
On your knees you big booty bitch start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope, a piss up a rope
A you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last six months I been packin' your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your two percent milk
And I can't cope, a piss up a rope