Primus - Pork Soda lyrics
[Primus - Pork Soda lyrics]
Now, listen up, you know
Ya come home from that nine-to-five
And lay yourself down on that
Burgundy couch, you know
It never really was burgundy it was red
And you painted with the
Goddamn sprinkler and
Now you have bit's and pieces
Of burgundy stuck to your butt every
Time you get off of it
You never tell your family
You never tell your family
Because, you know, ol' Junior
He's got no brains
And what can you do? What can you do?
Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You'll be feeling just fine
Ain't nothin' quite like sittin'
'round the house
Swillin' down them cans of swine
Ha ha ha! Yes, Dad's an idiot alright!
Well, alright, i'm really starting to worry
About you you had
To have that two-car garage with the large
Driveway so you could park
That goddamn boat in
It if it wasn't for the boat
(blah blah blah)
Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You'll be feeling just fine
Ain't nothin' quite like sittin'
'round the house
Swillin' down them cans of swine
Yeah, cans of swine i like cans of swine
II mean like cans of swine
Not like Kansas wine
Well, maybe it's something simpler, you know
Like your team lost
Or your girlfriend used to be
A guy, you know, i don't know i mean
(blah blah blah)
Ya come home from that nine-to-five
And lay yourself down on that
Burgundy couch, you know
It never really was burgundy it was red
And you painted with the
Goddamn sprinkler and
Now you have bit's and pieces
Of burgundy stuck to your butt every
Time you get off of it
You never tell your family
You never tell your family
Because, you know, ol' Junior
He's got no brains
And what can you do? What can you do?
Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You'll be feeling just fine
Ain't nothin' quite like sittin'
'round the house
Swillin' down them cans of swine
Ha ha ha! Yes, Dad's an idiot alright!
Well, alright, i'm really starting to worry
About you you had
To have that two-car garage with the large
Driveway so you could park
That goddamn boat in
It if it wasn't for the boat
(blah blah blah)
Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You'll be feeling just fine
Ain't nothin' quite like sittin'
'round the house
Swillin' down them cans of swine
Yeah, cans of swine i like cans of swine
II mean like cans of swine
Not like Kansas wine
Well, maybe it's something simpler, you know
Like your team lost
Or your girlfriend used to be
A guy, you know, i don't know i mean
(blah blah blah)