Ode to Dale
I guess that you could call me Adolf
Replace the Zyklon B with barbecue sauce
Take away the Jews and give me some fresh ground beef
I guess that you could say I'm a doctor
No I don't have a PhD
But I passed a class about kicking your ass
And a rolling pin's all I need
Son, I've told you, the mullet is here to stay
Seeing your mother cry just always seems to make my day
I must admit that it's beginning to feel like
Seeing a butterfly knife pulled out at a cock fight
I wish that I could walk like Jesus
Spreading the good news everywhere
But instead of the scripture it's a polaroid picture
Of a midget without any hair
If only I could build you a city
If only I could build you your very own home
Cause life's kind of dull, when lodged in your skull
Is a fucking garden gnome
Son I've told you three hundred million times
Please plug your grandpa in before he chokes and dies
Son, I hated for you to find out this way
I took your monopoly set and I gave it away
Maybe if I had some cornbread
Then I could deceive the human race
Into thinking the sky was a reason for why
My wife has a bruise on her face
I guess that you could call me a bastard
No, I don't pilot no jumbo jets
But I got a score of a hundred and four
On my juggling test
Replace the Zyklon B with barbecue sauce
Take away the Jews and give me some fresh ground beef
I guess that you could say I'm a doctor
No I don't have a PhD
But I passed a class about kicking your ass
And a rolling pin's all I need
Son, I've told you, the mullet is here to stay
Seeing your mother cry just always seems to make my day
I must admit that it's beginning to feel like
Seeing a butterfly knife pulled out at a cock fight
I wish that I could walk like Jesus
Spreading the good news everywhere
But instead of the scripture it's a polaroid picture
Of a midget without any hair
If only I could build you a city
If only I could build you your very own home
Cause life's kind of dull, when lodged in your skull
Is a fucking garden gnome
Son I've told you three hundred million times
Please plug your grandpa in before he chokes and dies
Son, I hated for you to find out this way
I took your monopoly set and I gave it away
Maybe if I had some cornbread
Then I could deceive the human race
Into thinking the sky was a reason for why
My wife has a bruise on her face
I guess that you could call me a bastard
No, I don't pilot no jumbo jets
But I got a score of a hundred and four
On my juggling test
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Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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