Trevor Moore - My Mom's A Bitch | Текст песни

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My mom's a bitch.
My mom's a bitch.
She thinks she knows everything.
But she don't know shit.
I wanna go live with my dad.
I wanna go live with my dad.
And Glenda.

I'll feed the dog later.
I'll feed the dog later.
I'll feed the dog later.
I'll feed the dog later.
I'll feed the dog later.
I'll feed the dog later.
I'll feed the dog later.
I'll feed the dog later.

What's the matter, mom?
Can you not read signs,
Cause it clearly it says "keep out."
What's the matter, mom?
Are you too dumb to read,
Or do you not respect people's privacy?

(something something head?)
(something something head?)
Every time she tells me do something dumb,
Like make my bed.
I don't wanna be her friend.
I don't wanna be her friend.
On facebook.

I want a TV in my room.
a TV in my room.
a TV in my room.
a TV in my room.
a TV in my room.
a TV in my room.
I want my own TV in my own room.

When you drop me off at karate class please don't yell out that you love me.
'Cause the only thing that you really love is being a pain in everyone's butt.

Oh dark evil lord satan,
I pray that you would make Applebees transfer mom out of state.
Or that Glenda and dad would let me stay there this summer,
If I get C's and above.

My mom's a bitch.
My mom's a bitch.

"Anyway, that's my song. That's my song I wrote about you."

"That sounds great, Caleb. You've gotten so good at the guitar."

"Fuck you."

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