Anal & The Dishes

My party life
Traded in for a kid and a wife
No more being alone
I got a home
Instead of sex with whores
I wake you up, girl, when you snore
Instead of bangin' sluts
I wipe the baby’s butt
Now we do anal and the dishes
Sunday shopping with them Walmart bitches
Dinner back at home
Then at night I stretch out your tight tight butt hole
Anal and the dishes
Sunday shopping with them Walmart bitches
Dinner back at home
Then at night I stretch out your tight tight butt hole
Cocaine days are gone
Now I get high from mowin' the lawn
Instead of Waylon songs
Now I watch rom-coms
No more Jim Beam shots
Rather wait in the K-Mart lot
Fill the SUV
With Huggies, Charmin, and Vaseline
We do anal and the dishes
Sunday shopping with them Walmart bitches
Dinner back at home
Then at night I stretch out your tight tight butt hole
Anal and the dishes
Clipping coupons and making wishes
Sunday night at home
Go to town, girl, on your tight tight butt hole
Do I miss that road
Drunk as hell, a horny toad?
This life is better for my health, or so I tell myself
'Cause now we do anal and the dishes
Sunday shopping with them Walmart bitches
Dinner back at home
Then at night I stretch out your tight tight butt hole
Anal and the dishes
Sunday dinner at Garth and Trisha’s
Then we drive on home
And I cry and ram you in your tight tight butt hole