Son of a bitch

You walked out of the party
Like you were walking off of a yacht
Your hat ripped up - you must have a cat
Your scarf it was a doormat
You had one eye in the toliet
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the guys dreamed that they'd pee on you
They'd pee on you

You're so lame
I think you're just a big assrat bastard
You're so lame
I'll bet you're just a big assrat bastard
Aren't you? Aren't you? Aren't you?

You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams there were ants in my coffee
Piss ants in my coffee, and

You're so lame
I think you're just a big assrat bastard
You're so lame
I'll bet you're just a big assrat bastard
Bastard? Bastard? BASTARD?

I had some dreams there were bugs in my coffee
Bugs in my coffee, and

You're so lame
I think you're just a big assrat bastard
You're so lame
I'll bet you're just a big assrat bastard
Aren't you? Aren't you? Aren't you?

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse was reading smut
Then you flew your Learjet up to Nova Scotia
To see the partial eclipse of the butt
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some underworld spy or the trash of a close friend
Trash of a close friend, and

You're so lame
I think you're just a big assrat bastard
You're so lame
I'll bet you're just a big assrat bastard
Aren't you? Aren't you? Aren't you?
You're so lame
I think you're just a big assrat bastard
You're so lame
I think you're just a big assrat bastard
You're so lame