(7) Wanna have some quality time with my son So I brought him down to the fishin’ hole (7) Didn’t like the feelin of that worm in his hand Got mad, threw down his fishin pole (7) Said that’s all right son lets go and get an ice cream Let your old man buy you a treat (7) But he didn’t like no flavors up upon that wall Started crying and ran into the street He’s an a**hole, my kids an a**hole I swear he just don’t float my boat Always crying, always crying, made me wanna punch him in his little throat (that's basically the entire song, and the at the very end...) I’m on a real a**hole streak I could open an a**hole boutique I think this song has reached its peak Goodbye you a**holes, see you next week