Well look at that clown, dressed up like Charles Dickens
Sneakin' around like Slim Pickens
If he was a woman, he'd think he was God's gift to man
Gonna stick his head in a garbage can
Oh, fuck that guy
Yea, fuck that guy
Ooh, it oughta be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine
Fuck that guy
Look at that heartless fool
Lurking around the high school
Somebody better call the cops, he ought to be arrested
Ain't nobody 'round here gonna get molested
Oh, fuck that guy
Yea, fuck that guy
Yeah, it oughta be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine
Fuck that guy
Yea look at that jerk-off jerk
He's a real piece of work
Rollin' and smokin' cheap tobacco
He ain't nothin' but a loud-mouth wacko
Fuck that guy
Yea, fuck that guy
It oughta be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine
Fuck that guy
Yeah, it oughta be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine
Fuck that guy
Yea, fuck that guy
What an asshole
Fuck that guy
