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Artist: Denis Leary Song: Asshole Album: No Cure For Cancer Original Release Date: January 12, 1993 Label: A&M Folks, Id 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 dont know Im just a regular Joe, with a regular job Im your average white, suburbanized 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 aint enough to keep a man like me interested (oh no, no way, uh uh) No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense (woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah) I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane While people behind me are going insane Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole) Im an asshole (hes 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?“ Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole) Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole) Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces While handicapped people make handicapped faces Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole) Im an asshole (hes a real fucking asshole) Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe theyre right when they tell me Im wrong... Nah Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole) Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole) You know what Im gonna do Im 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
