Songtexte: Queers, The. Otras Canciones. Uncouth.

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Excuse my French I think I swore

I called your mom a dirty whore

Pardon me I think I farted

Please don't think that I'm retarded



Mercy me I think I puked

Please don't let that get you spooked

Just overlook that I'm a mess

While I run my hands up your dress



I'm uncouth (x4)



Holy cow I stole your car

I burned the seats with my cigar

Kiss my ass, I hate your guts

I may be rude, but I'm not nuts



I'm sorry baby but that's just the way it has to be

When we first fucked

I told you get the hell away from me

With all my stupid bullshit

You haven't had enough

To get fucked up the ass each night

It must be fucking tough



I'm uncouth (x4)