Mrs. Butterworth
Your life is shit, shit
Your life is bogus, ball
Your life is trite, cry
Your life is hell, hell
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm going to die, to help my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm gonna die, who wants to stay?
Your life is shit, shit
Your life is strange and insane
Your life is lame, a type of crap
Your life is jail, clam
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm going to hell, to help my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm going to hell, help my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm going to hell, help my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm gonna die, who wants to stay?
Your life is shit
I'ma open myself up a flea market
I'ma open myself up a flea market
And you're gonna wish that you did
Might retire on the profits
First off, I'ma empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
I'ma put 'em on a shelf with my 800 dollar a month tax free Century 21, shop
And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups I've accumulated over the past 62 years
Then I'm going to get some plywood
I'm going to get some plywood and cut them up into two by two piece squares
Then I'm going to get some burlap and I'm going to cut them into two by two piece squares and then I'm going to put them onto the pieces of plywood
And then I'm going to go to the beach
I'm going to go to the beach and I'm gonna collect some shells and driftwood
And then I'm gonna take the shells and driftwood and glue them onto the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for lots of money
People will be paying top dollar for my kids new used new toys and clothing
Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss stained mattress I've been sleeping on
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm going to hell, help my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm gonna die, to help my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new union
I'm gonna die, to help my libido
I'm gonna die, we'll start a new union
I'm gonna die, who wants to stay?
