I like it    I don't like it

I went down to the local bar

To buy my daddy a big cigar

When I got home he was dead

Somebody shot him in the head



Oh dear daddy

You're not gonna see me grieve

'Cause you brought out the worst in me



(Spoken:)

Yep! It's all true.

It's true. It makes me cry.



When the funeral was through

I had myself a barbecue

Daddy's bones they sure taste good

I couldn't have stopped; if only I could



Oh dear daddy

You're not gonna see me sad

'Cause everything you did was bad