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Fishin Hole Tab

by Stephen Lynch


                       
Wanna have some quality time with my son
                                    
So I brought him down to the fishin' hole
                               
Didn't like the feelin' of that worm in his hand
                               
Got mad, threw down his fishin' pole

                                 
Said, "That's alright, son. Let's go and get an ice cream"
                           
"Let your old man buy you a treat"
                             
But he didn't like no flavors up upon that wall
                                
Started crying, and ran into the street...

                               
He's an asshole, my kid's an asshole
                              
I swear it just don't float my boat
                     
Always crying, always crying
                                     
Made me wanna punch him in his little throat

                    
Called my lady up to tell her what had happened
                   
How our son had run away
                             
She said, "Don't worry, baby, I will talk to him"
                       
"And everything will be okay"

                              
My lady's an asshole, she's an asshole
                            
Her assholishness is off the charts
                      
Always perfect, always perfect
                          
Made me wanna punch her in her lady-parts

(Whistling)

                
I decided I'd go down to the bar
                         
And drown my sorrows in a beer
                          
But the sign outside said 'Closed For Renovations'
                         
'We'll open up again next year'...

                               
That bar is an asshole, it's an asshole
                        
Oh, the worst bar in the land!
                      
Always closing, always closing
                                         
Can't punch a bar, cause you'll hurt your hand

(Whistling)

              
I went home to forget about my troubles
                            
Sat down in my favorite easy chair
                            
But I couldn't relax for the pain I was feelin'
                         
As my hemorrhoid began to flair...

                               
My asshole's an asshole, a real butthole
                                
Needs to put his asshole-self in check!
                      
Always burning, always itching
                                      
Made me wanna punch him in his asshole neck

(Whistling)

               
Late one night, lyin' awake in bed
                   
Mmmm, a realization came
                         
Are there really assholes everywhere I look?
                  
Or am I the one to blame?

                   
Maybe I just do not say the things I should say
                           
And I don't do the things I ought to
                              
So I took a good, hard look at myself in the mirror
                  
And this is what I thought...

                                                      
The guy who sold me this mirror is an asshole, he's an asshole
                          
Son of a bitch said it was antique
                    
He was lyin', he was lyin'
                                       
Made me wanna punch him in his salesman cheek

                     
I'm on a real asshole streak
                          
I could open up an asshole boutique
                                  
I think this song has reached it's peak
                                   
Goodbye, you assholes, see you next week!