A couple nuts stuck on your legnGot a little dribble on your chinnNobody knows you all sweaty inside 'cept the tooth fairynAnd he's been dead over 3 thousand yearsnIt looked at your head and it got all hotnLIke an ol' eyeball in a quart jar of snotnMy mama loved my grandad late one nightnAnd when I was a little kid he used to give me a lot of sassnAnd he said, Son, when you makes love to your mama, you gots to wash your ass. I don't know a whole lotta things like you all of you do . . . some say I gotta switch in my head and when the light goes out, I can't help myself and I want to take a knife to my old grandad.nHe made me live and that ain't rightnHe made me wrong but that's alrightnHe made the switch and he tanned my hidenHe made me see with just one eyenI watched as he pulled that old drippin thing outta mama with a shit eatin' grin on his face. She smiled and said, thank you paw, and all I could feel was disgrace . . . then he used his finger, you know, the one that he lost over at the sheet metal factory a couple years ago . . . and started pokin it around. Then she made some noise like she was about to sneeze but grandpa put his drippin' thing over by her face . . . I am maroon and tomato juice. I'll go home and open up a can of sardines and some lemonade . . . Then I'm gonna beat my grandpa straight to hell with an empty fifth of ol' Rebel Yell . . . . .nHe made me live and that's alrightnHe made me wrong and that ain't rightnHe made the switch and he tanned my hidenHe made me see with just one eye