Partybaby Your Old Man
Melt the sky, the sun was faded
I was overated back then
Such a bedpan of sin, man
I broke my eye and I nearly made it
I was faded back then
Playing the trashman again
Do you ever talk to your old man?
Does he understand what we do on the weekend?
I found a cop out by a trashcan
And his mustache, man
It tickled me all wrong
I felt a drop and you were trashed then
You must be passed out, friend
And hit a broken bong
Do you ever talk to your old man?
Does he understand what we do on the weekend?
On the weekend, the weekend, the weekend
Baby I'm coming back home
