Mark Lemhouse - You're A Bastard lyrics

Standin' at the jukebox drinkin' a mojito, my libido bean burrito, I hate this bar but I love the alcohol. Bartender says I had to much. Yaknow that pissed me off a touch. I said "Buddy, you dont know me at all." And you're a ba*tard, can't you see? You keep buggin' me, you're really gettin' on my nerves. These old blues they got to go no one likes you don't you know I'm no saint but I think your a ba*tard. This guy cuts ahead of the checkout line guess he really needs that box of wine it's nine am but he's already blastard so I leaned over and hit the intercom I said, "Ground Control to Major Tom, attention shoppers! You're all a bunch of ba*tards." You're a ba*tard, can't you see? You keep buggin' me, you're really gettin' on my nerves. These old blues they got to go no one likes you don't you know I'm no saint but I think your a ba*tard. Got a bill collector on the phone I'm watchin the game man leave me alone. I try and cut him off but he keep talking.... faster. Told you twenty times the check's in the mail you gotta believe me I remember it well 'cause when I signed the thing I made it out to ba*tard. You're a ba*tard, can't you see? You keep buggin' me, you're really gettin' on my nerves. These old blues they got to go no one likes you don't you know I'm no saint but I think your a ba*tard. Soccer mom in an SUV talkin' on the phone she don't see me. I'm on my way to meet my master. North bound truck in a south bound lane cut through my body like an old freight train. Dead in my tracks, and you're a ba*tard. ba*tard, can't you see? You keep buggin' me, you're really gettin' on my nerves. These old blues they got to go rollin' over in Kokomo I'm no saint but I think your a... ba*tard. You win the spelling bee B-A-S-T-A-R-D you're really gettin' on my nerves. ba*tard one hundred percent you might as well for president the votes are in looks like you win for ba*tard. Now everybody knows that you're a ba*tard. No matter where you go... your a ba*tard.