Well look at that clown dressed up like Charles Dickens

Sneaking around like Slim Pickens

If he was a woman, he'd think he was God's gift to man

Gonna stick his head in a garbage can

Ah fuck that guy

Yea fuck that guy

It ought to be a crime

He ain't no friend of mine

Fuck that guy

Look at that heartless fool

Lurking around the high school

Somebody better call the cops, he ought to be arrested

Ain't nobody around here gonna get molested

Oh fuck that guy

Yea fuck that guy

It ought to be a crime

He ain't no friend of mine

Fuck that guy

Yea look at that jerk-off jerk

He's a real piece of work

Rolling and smoking cheap tobacco

He ain't nothing but a loud-mouth wacko

Fuck that guy

Yea fuck that guy

It ought to be a crime

He ain't no friend of mine

Fuck that guy

It ought to be a crime

He ain't no friend of mine

Fuck that guy

Yea, fuck that guy

What an asshole

Fuck that guy