Custom - Hey Mister lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey mister I really like your daughter I'd like to eat her like ice cream Maybe dip her in chocolate Hey mister on your way to work In your Volvo, suit and tie We'll be crawling in your bed sir Messing around, maybe getting high Its not what you did, its not what you didn't God gave her the perfect body now I'm all up in it [Hook] Its not she's a tramp, its not she's not pure She just likes getting her f** on and its a good one of that I'm sure [Verse 2] Hey mister I really like your daughter When I'm horny like thirsty she's a bottle of water Hey mister, how'd it get so bad You raised her so well now she's calling me dad In the back seat naked of her new Volkswagon The perfect little gift for high school graduation Its not what you did, its not what you didn't God gave her the perfect body now I'm all up in it [Hook] Nana na nana na Nana na nana na Nana na nana na Ha hahaha ha ha haha [Verse 3] I eat all the food in your fridge Call my friends around the world Rack up your long distance too Breakstands neutral drops Wreck all your cars Drink all the booze in your cheezy a** wet bar Order stuff on your credit cards Leave boogers in the skippy jar Smoke your cigars Answer the phone tell your boss you moved to mars When you call in late from work tell your wife You're at the titty bars Its not what you did, its not what you didn't God gave her the perfect body now I'm all up in it [Hook] [Verse 4] I can't lie I have to tell the truth Man to man mister it's all a total spoof Your daughter's a freak Your daughter's a pro When I'm done with her She'll do one of your bros I hope I never have a daughter(4x) Nana na nana na Nana na nana na Nana na nana na Nana na nana naaa