Songtexte:
Sandler Adam What S Your Name

Why don't you pick up after you're done? I'm not your slave, I'm not your mother I'm not your maid, I mean I've got a life too So fuck you Why can't

in the mood To play your games Or sit on your lap You Where's my Yankees drinking glass? I want some juice And I want it now So you better move your

What's your name? Me, I'm the lonesome kicker Extra points, field goals at your service One might think it comes with glory You might think different

old man tied me here with a 3-foot rope Am I happy he don't give a fuck Hey goat, I'm gonna beat your head in with a hickory stick Sometimes he uses his fists He's

for goodness sake It's way too early in the morning Can't you please use your wooden rake? You choose to ignore I Even though me hungover That's

's lap. I love you sweeeeatshirt red hooded sweeeeatshirt dip dip dip sweeeeatshirt shama lama ding dong sweeeeatshirt. Oh what is it about you that makes me so jolly?, Is it your

Why don't you pick up after your done? I'm not your slave I'm not your mother I'm not your maid I mean I've got a life too So fuck you! Why can't you

m not in the mood To play your games Or sit on your lap You Where's my Yankees drinking glass? I want some juice And I want it now So you better move your

Where's my Peggy Sue? I could use a Rosalita If there's a Long Tall Sally out there I'm dyin' to meet her Why can't I hear Beth callin' me? Why can't