I thought that was your voice
I thought that was my car
No we ain't never met before
But i know who you are
You're livin' in my house
And i'm livin' in a tent
Hey don't laugh this second job of mine
Is payin' both our rents
You're out here buying happy meals
And i'm eatin' rice and pintos
If you so much as crack a smile at me man
I'll come through this here window
Man you took my wife
And you took my kids
And you took that life that i used to live
My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools
My dreams, the dog, the cat
Yeah i think that's everything
Oh yeah, i almost forgot
Do you want fries with that
Yeah your ketchup's in the bag
And her check is in the mail
Now i hope your chicken's raw inside
And i hope the bun is stale
Now i'm supposed to tell you please come back
But how 'bout this instead
I hope you both choke on a pickel
Man that would tickle me to death
I don't know what you're waitin' on
You're holdin' up the line
No you ain't got no change comin' back
Are you out of your mind