My Old Man's a Fatso - Angry Samoans

Locked inside my bedroom

Looking at the pictures up on the wall

I need a little elbow room

I need space, man, that ain’t all

Yeah

Get home, first thing you know

My folks jump on my case

Get a job, put the dishes out

Put the trash back in its place

Someday when I’m a man

I’m gonna put them in their place

'Cause my old man’s a fatso

He’s got a potbelly for a mouth

Baby, my old man’s a fatso

But you know he owns this house

Cruisin' on the highway

Feels so good to see open space

I don’t feel like a prisoner

I don’t feel like a basket case

I turn the radio up to ten

And you know I’ve found my place

Yep!

Get a job, put the dishes out

Put the trash back in its place

Now that I’m a man

I’m gonna piss right in their face

'Cause my old man’s a fatso

He’s got a bathtub for a mouth

My old man’s a fatso

But you know he owns this house