I got duties. I’m gonna shirk.
I’m a duty shirker. I’m gonna shirk my duties tonight.
My succotash, well, it’s suffering.
And right before I crash, I’ll need some bufferin
C’mon girl. Take it easy with me.
C’mon girl. You been working too hard.
I’m a duty shirker. I’m a duty shirker.
I shirk my duties all night long.
I’m built for comfort not for speed, guitar.
I’m built for viewing not for doing, guitar.
I don’t have a list of jobs to do
What I have is a list of jobs to poo poo
I like to shirk ‘em. Don’t like to work ‘em!
I like to shirk ‘em. Don’t like to work ‘em!
C’mon girl. Take a load off.
C’mon girl. Let your muscles go soft.
I’m a duty shirker. I’m a duty shirker.
I shirk my duties all night long.
There’ll be a baby on board in just a few days
But baby I’m bored of your puritan ways
I wanna whoop it up where’d ya hide the one hitter
Might as well do it ‘for we need a baby sitter
Eight months of Shirley Temples, watered down O’Douls
I ain’t no sucker baby and I ain’t no fool
I’m gonna be Hungover and pregnant
If I’m gonna have morning sickness, I’m gonna do it right
I’m gonna rip it up tonight I’m gonna get tight
What happened last night, I hope the baby knows
I hope it still has ten fingers and ten toes
Two for ones are really two for twos
And theres only one way to chase away the blues
I’m gonna be hungover and pregnant
Marlboro red box Corona with a lime
I know the baby likes it cuz it’s kickin overtime
Some people drink alone but I never do
I’ve always got my drinkin buddy right inside my womb
He’s a chip off the block and a good time Charlie
Tomorrow morning we’ll be feeling pretty gnarly
We’re gonna be hungover and pregnant
Tell me it’s a hoax, I’m being played for a fool.
Your story’s gonna change when they’re sampling your stool.
Your nothin’ special and you’re nothin’ unique.
Just some more DNA extracted from your cheeks
Ain’t no weather balloon so keep your mouth shut.
It’s manned by the men who’re puttin’ things in your butt.
Your in the UFO logbook, baby!
Implantation and anal probation.
Got plans for you and there ain’t no salvation.
You’re going up in the sky to take a naughty nap.
They’ll be diggin’ deep inside just to find a piece of crap.
You say Alf wouldn’t do this and either would ET
But they’re trollin’ the galaxy just lookin’ for feces.
You’re in the UFO logbook, baby!
Enter the log!
