The Queers - Uncouth lyrics

Excuse my French I think I swore I called your mom a dirty who*e 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 I'm uncouth I'm uncouth I'm uncouth Holy cow I stole your car I burned the seats with my cigar Kiss my a**, 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 f**ed I told you get the hell away from me With all my stupid bullsh** You haven't had enough To get f**ed up the a** each night It must be f**ing tough [Chorus]