i ain't your pal

why are you such a dick?

always ticked

the smell of your cigar is makin' everyone sick

you cut my hair

your rules ain't fair

runnin' this house from the seat of your chair

don't talk back

do what i say

well you've got problems

i can't relate to you

there's no way

you'll bring me down

you're a lazy fat slob

and you're no friend of mine

you'll be sorry

when i get through

sick and tired an i've had enough of you

well i can't explain how i feel

everything i say to you is no big deal

you fuck my head all around

and now you're talking to me like i'm your pal

don't talk back

do what i say

well you've got problems

you're gonna get yours too

there's no way

you'll bring me down

you're a lazy fat slob

and you're no friend of mine

you'll be sorry

when i get through

sick and tired an i've had enough of you

(nobody's gonna tell me what to do

you point your finger but there's three pointing back at you)

must be the devil 'cause you're making my life hell

and you ask me for respect but

you ain't my dad

and let's get something straight

i ain't your pal

(nobody's gonna tell me what to do

you point your finger but there's three pointing back at you)

think you're the sheriff

well my room may be a cell

and you ask me for respect but

and let's get something straight

i ain't your pal

(nobody's gonna tell me what to do

you point your finger but there's three pointing back at you)

must be the devil 'cause you're making my life hell

and you ask me for respect but

you ain't my dad

and let's get something straight

i ain't your pal