Stephen Lynch - Fishin' Hole lyrics

Want to have some party time with my son So I brought him down to the fishin' hole Didn't like the feeling of the worm in his hand Got mad threw down his fishin' pole Said that's alright son let's go and get an ice cream Let your old man buy you a treat But he didn't like no flavors up upon that wall Started cryin' and ran into the street He's an a**hole My kid's an a**hole I swear he just don't float my boat Always cryin' Always cryin' Make me wanna punch him in his little throat I called my lady up to tell her what had happened How our son had run away She said don't worry baby I will talk to him And everything will be okay My lady's an a**hole She's an a**hole Her a**holeishness is off the charts Always pefect Always perfect Make me wanna punch her in her lady parts I decided I'd go down to the bar And drown my sorrows in a beer But the sign outside said "Closed for renovations Will open up again next year" That bar is an a**hole It's an a**hole Oh the worst bar in the land Always closin' Always closin' Can't punch a bar cause you'll hurt your hand I went home to forget about my troubles Sat down in my favorite easy chair But I couldn't relax for the pain I was feeling As hemorrhoid began to flare My a**hole's an a**hole A real bu*thole Needs to put his a**hole self in check Always burnin' Always itchin' Make me wanna punch him in his a**hole neck Late one night lying awake in bed Mmm a realization came Are there really a**holes everywhere I look Or am I the one to blame Maybe I just do not say the things I should say And I don't do the things I ought So I took a good hard look at myself in the mirror And this is what I thought The guy that sold me this mirror's an a**hole He's an a**hole Son of a b**h said it was antique He was lyin' He was lyin' Make me wanna punch him in his sale's man cheek I'm on a real a**hole streak I could open up an a**hole boutique I think this song has reached it's peak Goodbye a**holes see you next week