Fat Bastard

Fat bottomed girl with her vacuum machine and
Playing her music loud
Don't she EVER realise with that noise
She's bringing the tenement down
Every day at two she starts to clean her casa
You try to complain and all you get is "¡¿QUE PASA?!"
You bang on the wall you knock, on her door
She smiles and looks at you, like she couldn't care at all

This will carry on every day as far as I can see
So I will take an AK47 and shoot her in the knees
Then I'd get a hunting knife and stab her in the head
Then I'd get my siesta and she'd be dead in the end
You bang on the wall you knock, on her door
She smiles and looks at you, like she couldn't care at all

So go go go go get yourself a life, don't be so sad... Fat bastard
Life is like a handful of sand, and it will slip thru your hands
So get get get off my back in time... And you won't get hurt
There some people like you that just don't know when enough is enough
If you wanna be annoyed... Who you gonna call? Fat bastard

The neighbours downstairs are trying to have a nap (¡A SIESTA!)
But that big fat bottom cow thinks it's a bloody fiesta
Hum, I've just met the other day the perfect guy for you
A silly boy in a club wearing big red clown shoes
Just want you let me be, I'm a man who slumbers till his heart's content
Even though is in the afternoon!!!

So go go go go get yourself a life, don't be so sad... Fat bastard
Life is like a handful of sand, and it will slip thru your hands
So get get get off my back in time... And you won't get hurt
There some people like you that just don't know when enough is enough
Na na na na
If you wanna be annoyed... Who you gonna call? Fat Bastard!
If you wanna get screwed... Who you gonna call? Fat Bastard!



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Writer(s): Charlie Joss
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