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INTRO
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Well I talk to my son until I'm blue in the face,
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He's a rock n' roll bum, a family disgrace.
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He lays around the house, smokes dope and masturbates,
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Tell me son, what do you want to be?
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Well your a worthless young s*** as i've ever seen,
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You know there's much more to life then a c*** magazine.
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I'll send you to college, you can earn your degree,
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Tell me son what do you want to be?
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Dad, I wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy.
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KY jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight,
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Seems like a good job for me.
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Well I spoke to my wife, I said what can be done,
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With this highly offensive excuse for a son?
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He sits at the table, and he belches and he farts,
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Then he drinks till he pukes, and he sleeps in his barf.
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I went up to his room, didn't bother to knock,
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I said 'Son we gotta have a talk, but please put away your cock.'
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You're a livin' breathin' insult to society,
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Tell me son what do you want to be?
A E A E
Dad, I wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy.
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KY jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight,
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Seems like a good job for me.
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Well I was proud of my son, he had earned his degree,
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He's a geniune doctor of gynecology.
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He's got an office and a nurse and patients galore,
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Who could ask for anything more?
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Dad, I ain't got a damn thing to be thankful for,
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I got sixteen old ladies lined up outside the door.
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They all smell like tuna fish, and they s*** on the floor,
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To tell the truth, IT'S A BIG F***IN' BORE!
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I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy.
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KY jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight,
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It aint all that it's cracked up to be.
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I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy.
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KY jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight,
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It aint all that it's cracked up to be.