The Queers - My Old Man's A Fatso lyrics

My old man's a fatso Locked inside my bedroom Seein' the picture up on the wall I need a little elbowroom I need space man that ain't all First thing you like or not Folks jump on my case Get a job, take the dishes out Put the trash back in its place Someday when I'm louder I'll put them in their place 'Cause my old man's a fatso A bathtub for a mouth My old man's a fatso You know he owns this house Cruisin' on a highway It feels so good to see open space I feel like I'm [incomprehensible] I don't feel like a basket case Turn the radio up to ten You know I've found my place, yeah Get a job, put the dishes out Put the trash back in its place Now that I'm a man I'm gonna put them in their place 'Cause my old man's a fatso A bathtub for a mouth My old man's a fatso You know he owns this house