Kid Rock - The Cramper lyrics
[Kid Rock - The Cramper lyrics]
Have you ever known a free lancer
Thinks that he's a camper
Known around my way as the cramper
Like PMS always poking
But he won't go away with a little Motrin
Now if you ever heard the
Term cramper and you wonder
The worms kind of like I guess
A modern day Felix Unger
When you first meet them you think he's OK
But then you learn a little bit of
The cramper goes a long way
Hear say here I say through the grapevine
He squawks and he gawks and
He walks a thin line
Just like a little fuckin fag
He always wants to get high
But never has a bag
Never works says he can't find the right job
Hasn't got a dime and when
He does he's a tightwad
He's the dampest there's no one damper
Huh huh he's the muther fuckin cramper
Now the crampers red, there's no one redder
He rides you wrong like
A really tight sweater
He's sort of like a mouse a pest of a peer
You come home he's at your
House drinking your last beer
Poking and stroking he makes you
Want to belt him
Always wearing out his mother fucking welcome
And then sporty's never that cautious
He sips from your forty
And he always backwashes
Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it
Let him borrow a shirt
The stooge always shrinks it
He's the dampest, there's no one damper
Huh huh he's the mother fuckin cramper
Thinks that he's a camper
Known around my way as the cramper
Like PMS always poking
But he won't go away with a little Motrin
Now if you ever heard the
Term cramper and you wonder
The worms kind of like I guess
A modern day Felix Unger
When you first meet them you think he's OK
But then you learn a little bit of
The cramper goes a long way
Hear say here I say through the grapevine
He squawks and he gawks and
He walks a thin line
Just like a little fuckin fag
He always wants to get high
But never has a bag
Never works says he can't find the right job
Hasn't got a dime and when
He does he's a tightwad
He's the dampest there's no one damper
Huh huh he's the muther fuckin cramper
Now the crampers red, there's no one redder
He rides you wrong like
A really tight sweater
He's sort of like a mouse a pest of a peer
You come home he's at your
House drinking your last beer
Poking and stroking he makes you
Want to belt him
Always wearing out his mother fucking welcome
And then sporty's never that cautious
He sips from your forty
And he always backwashes
Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it
Let him borrow a shirt
The stooge always shrinks it
He's the dampest, there's no one damper
Huh huh he's the mother fuckin cramper