Mrs. Butterworth

Your life is shit, shit Your life is bogus, bull Your life is crime, crime Your life is hell, hell I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna die, with my libido I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna die, don't f**k with me Your life is shit, shit Your life is clean, it's clean Your life is lame, it's not so funny Your life is stale, frail, frail I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna hell on my libido I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna hell on my libido I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna hell on my libido I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna die, watch the pain! Your life is shit I'm gonna open up myself a flea market I'm gonna open up myself a flea market And you're gonna wish that you did And retire on the profits First off, I'm gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars And I'm gonna put 'em on a shelf With my 800 dollar a month tax free Century21 shop And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf Next to all the commemorative fast food chain gla*ses and cups I've accumulated over the past 62 years Then I'm going to get some plywood I'm going to get some plywood And cut them up into two by two feet squares Then I'm going to get some burlap And I'm going to cut them into two by two feet squares And then I'm going to put them onto the pieces of plywood And then I'm going to go to the beach I'm going to go to the beach And I'm gonna collect some shells and driftwood And then I'm going to take the shells and driftwood And glue them onto the plywood and burlap And sell 'em for lots of money People will be paying top dollar For my kids' new used new toys and clothing Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress I've been sleeping on I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna hell on my libido I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna die on my libido I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna die on my libido I'm gonna die, start a new union I'm gonna die, watch the pain