Asshole lyrics

Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream

About me, about you

About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests

About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts

Maybe below the cockles

Maybe in the sub cockle area

Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys

Maybe even in the colon, we don't know

I'm just a regular Joe, with a regular job

I'm your average white, suburbanite slob

I like football and porno and books about war

I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor

My wife and my job, my kids and my car

My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested

(Oh no, no way, uh uh)

No I gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense

(Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane

While people behind me are going insane

I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and I piss on the seat

I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat?"

I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces

While handicapped people make handicapped faces

I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (he's a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song

Ranting and raving and carrying on

Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong...

Nah

I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible

Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps

And all leather cow interior

And big brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah)

And I'm gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour

Gettin' 1 mile per gallon

Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's

In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers

And when I'm done sucking down those greaseball burgers

I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag

And then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side

And there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it

You know why, because we've got the bomb, that's why

Two words, nuclear fucking weapons, OK?

Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want

They can have a big democracy cakewalk

Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square

And it won't make a lick of difference

Because we've got the bombs, OK?

John Wayne's not dead, he's frozen

And as soon as we find a cure for cancer

We're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off

You know why

Have you ever taken a cold shower?

Well multiply that by 15 million times

That's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be!

I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes

And Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey

And drive down to Texas and

(Hey! You know, you really are an asshole!)

Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?

I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)

A-S-S-H-O-L-E

Everybody

A-S-S-H-O-L-E

I'm an asshole and I'm proud of it