
Mom and dad did great, I’m their first mistake
On my day of birth, they were cursing earth
Welcomed with a slap, mom cried take him back
Diaper days were done, mom has all the fun
On the throne I shat, celebrating crap
Skip the grade school time, their no friend of mine
Oh my high school days, learned my loving ways
Found my steady girl, promised her the world
There’s the place we wed, shame she shared our bed
We both said I do, others though she knew
The kid’s turned out fine, sure wish they were mine
Don’t regret what’s said, by the way how’s Fred?
Now we chose the course, treasure our divorce
No matter what’s said, never call me Fred!



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