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by Robert Newton

If you say that I am selfish and I love myself to death,
And the litter box is dwarfed by the pure foulness of my breath,
Then the only thing I have to say to you, my darling Beth,
Is, "f**k you, f**k you, f**k you."

If Iím as lazy and as worthless as you make me out to be,
You should be quite unaffected by my crude philosophy,
So if I mean as much to you as gonorrhea does to me,
Then, "f**k you, f**k you, f**k you."

The folks we know keep calling me a pussy and a wimp,
ĎCause you told them that our problem was my wrist is going limp,
But since youíre such a sleazy whore theyíll think that Iím your pimp,
So, "f**k you, f**k you, f**k you."

Itís short and sweet and fun to say and if you think itís crass,
Then pucker up, there, Buttercup, and kiss my big white ass.

You tell me I rolled over while your boat went unattended,
But youíd say, "Iíve got a headache," while Iíd sit there, tongue extended,
So from what Iíve read on menís room walls you should not be offended,
By, "f**k you, f**k you, f**k you.

F**k you, f**k you, f**k you!"

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