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This is for my little girl
My lady gives birth today
I run to her room right away
She smiles with glee, and hands her to me
I look at my newborn and say

Damn that's an ugly baby
Damn that's an ugly ass baby

Charlie Brown had a big block head wore a stripy sweater everyday

Tried to kick the football but Lucy always pulled the mother fucker away

Flew a kite so he’d try to relax but he always put that shit in a tree

And a little red-headed girl wouldn’t give no play to poor Chuck B

Lad, it's your duty to find ye a lass
With child-bearing hips and a pink, supple ass
And make her your wife and love her with love so true
Now some rivers run high, some rivers run low
When her river runs red, then she's starting her flow
And it's called menstr'ation, and here's what it means to you

You will notice her bloomers are spotty at first

{Spoken}
This for all the ladies...
Ya might wanna save those "woo"s

{Sung}
I kissed you on the cheek
“Good night my love” I say
You turned to me and smile

When grandfather dies
life will be strange
when grandfather dies
my whole world will change
when grandfather dies
i'll scream and i'll yell
coz i'll be f***in rich as hell
so grandfather die

I want to write you a poem
That stands the test of all time
A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note
With meter and rythym and rhyme

I want it to speak of your virtue
Sing praise to your stature and poise
I want it to capture your beauty

Thinking of all the cool creatures that I will meet on this night
Ghosts and goblins and witches roaming the streets in moonlight
Bowls of candy and goodies, delicious and waiting in store
The sound of cute little footsteps as they approach my front door

Letting the children inside to drink beers
Razor blades hidden in three musketeers
Screams from the basement of kids begging to be set free

She's part girl, she's part boy
She's got parts everyone can enjoy
She's got more, she's got less
She's got her man hood tucked in her dress

Is she a mister or is she a miss?
Does she stand up when shes taking a piss?
She's my little girl, yeah, she's my little guy

here we are dear old friend
you and i drunk again
laughs have been and and tears have been shed
maybe the whiskey's gone to my head

but if i were gay
i would give you my heart
and if i were gay

I see you there
Behind the glass
I drop a quarter in the slot and then I watch as you
Shake that ass
I watch you grind
I watch you dance
I show you mine, you show me yours and when we're done
I button up my pants

When the game of life makes you feel like quittin',
It helps a lot if you kill a kitten
Mark my words, cause from where I'm sittin,
You can't go wrong if you kill a kitten.

There's no crime that you'll be commitin'
I know the law, you can kill a kitten.
If you need yarn for that scarf you're knittin'

You're the love of my life but it cuts like a knife
and I feel that I'm being misled
See I'm a little concerned for I've recently learned
of the swastika tattoo on your head

And it makes you smile when you hear "Sieg Heil"
You love the smell of a burning cross in the yard
You do goose step salutes in your Doc Martin boots,

When I was a boy of 10, I had a very special friend
Ed was kind, with good intent
But just a little different

Oh, special Ed
his Mama mama dropped him dropped him on his head
Now he's not so bright instead
He's a little bit special

When I was a boy of 10
I had a very best friend
Fred was kind with good intent
But just a little different

Oh special Fred
Mama dropped on his head
Now hes not so bright instead

If I could be a Superhero,
I would be Awesome Man.
I'd fly around the world fighting crime
According to my Awesome Plan.
And if I saw criminals trying to lie
Hurting other people and making them cry
I'd haul them off to jail in my Awesome Van.
Because I would be Awesome Man.

Do you know Tony Montana?
Rode a boat here from Havana,
Scar from eating pussy lines his face.
Finds a day job washing dishes,
Hates his life, he only wishes
Someday in this world to find his place.

And he has a scheme

I call you from my car to say I'll be there in awhile
A short plane ride and I will get to see your pretty smile.
There's nothing on the radio; I fiddle with the dial
Then I see a sign: the airport's just another mile
I check my bags and think about how much I hate to fly,
And as I near security I almost start to cry.

Well I hope the law enforcement agent's can't tell from my face,

In the woods of Northern Michigan he made his home
Didn't ask much from the world, just wanted to be alone
He got his first real blade at thirteen thats when it all began
soon the creatures of the forest called him whittlin' man

yeah

he whittled all day and he whittled all night