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	G 
My dinner's on fire while she watches T.V. 
	C 
And if you ever wonder what it's like to be me 
	G 
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes 
D 
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks 
	G 
I'm breakin' my back doin the best that I can 
	      C 
She's got time for the dog and none for her man 
G			 D						G 
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a  
rope 
 
A		G 
  You can ---  piss.... up a rope 
		C 
And you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin' 
G 
Pack your bag I don't need the ag 
		D 
On your knees you big booty bitch start suckin' 
	G 
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle 
		C 
Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle 
G		D			G 
And I can't cope, a- piss up a rope 
 
A you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble 
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle 
For the last six months I been packiný your bag 
You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag 
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk  
Iým sick of your mouth and your two percent milk 
And I canýt cope, a - piss up a rope 
 
 
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