Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ween
Ween
Interprète
Buddy Spicher
Buddy Spicher
Mandoline
Charlie McCoy
Charlie McCoy
Harmonica
Pete Wade
Pete Wade
Guitare
Russ Hicks
Russ Hicks
Interprète
Buddy Blackmon
Buddy Blackmon
Banjo
Bob Wray
Bob Wray
Basse
Kip Paxton
Kip Paxton
Basse
Denis Solee
Denis Solee
Clarinette
Buddy Harman
Buddy Harman
Batterie
Gene Chrisman
Gene Chrisman
Batterie
Hargus "Pig" Robbins
Hargus "Pig" Robbins
Piano
The Jordanaires
The Jordanaires
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ween
Ween
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ben Vaughn
Ben Vaughn
Production
Bobby Bradley
Bobby Bradley
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

[Verse 1]
My dinner's on fire while she watches TV
And if you ever wondered what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breaking my back, doing the best that I can
She's got the time for her dog and none for her man
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope
So hit the fucking road and piss up a rope
[Verse 2]
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road, get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope, piss up a rope
[Verse 3]
You can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last six months, I've been packing your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your two percent milk
And I'm no dope, but I've lost all hope
So hit the fucking road and piss up a rope
[Verse 4]
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road, get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope, piss up a rope
[Verse 5]
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road, get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope, piss up a rope
[Verse 6]
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road, get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees, you big booty bitch, start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope, piss up a rope
Written by: Ween
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