I sit and I stew
Oh my what to do
I could ship your ass off to Kalamazoo
But your lil kids would all cry "Boo Hoo"
I prepared your meal
But your attitude was stank
So I tossed it in the trash
I bet next time you'll says "Thanks"
I'm tired of you leaving dirty socks on the floor
I'm tired of your coats hanging on the hallway door
I mean come on dude, I've told you this before
Your late night baths that leave the tub all dirty
You should see me now, I'm shooting you the birdie
Your personal products that litter my vanity
Dealing with you is such insanity
I think I'd rather deal with Mr. Shawn Hannity
You're many complaints about your toothaches and back
I think it's all BS and you are just being slack
For example my hallway that you started to paint
What's still not painted? My hallway. It ain't!
And now you decide you wanna be a singer
You are 40! Again, I'm shooting you the finger
You have 6 kids and plenty to do
You do not have time to record an album too
You act like investing in this child's play is smart
Music, you tell me, well, its in your heart
How about the lawn, the trash, the things needing fixing?
Should I get another man to do them while you're busy mixing?
If you have free time how bout finishing all the things you did start
At the very least take your kids to the damn park!
Or here's an idea, why not a second job you can get
That way you can begin to pay off all this debt
Spending all your time with guys half your age
Is not helping out, it's filling me with rage
And that could be dangerous and scary for you
I'd get my ish together, that's what I'd do
Its time to grow up and be a big man
Becoming an artist at 40, well thats a dumb plan
If you don't get it together I'ma put you out
And then you will really have something to sing about!