as a dad

Dad, you're eight foot seven

Bitch, heat my lunch

Baby's got your number and mommy hates your guts

Dad, you're eight foot seven

Bitch, heat my lunch

Baby's got your number and mommy hates your guts

Woo-hoo

Hate your guts

Ah, in the piranha was another piranha

And in the piranha was another piranha

In the piranha was another piranha

And in the piranha was another piranha

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Dad, you wanna be best friends (dad, you're eight foot seven)

Best friend this (bitch, heat my lunch)

Best friend is a phrase (baby's got your number)

That should not leave your lips (mommy hates your guts)

As a dad you are fine ('cause you're eight foot seven)

As a dad you will pass (bitch, heat my lunch)

But a real best friend does not read me to sleep (Baby's got your number)

(Mommy hates your guts) are you mad?

Ah, in the piranha was another piranha

And in the piranha was another piranha

In the piranha was another piranha

And in the piranha was another piranha

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

I pledge myself in good faith to all the sailors on this ship

But I can't be held responsible for swans

Ah, the long crawl to irrelevance

Feels a little better every time you smile

The long crawl to irrelevance

Feels a little better every time you smile

The long crawl to irrelevance

Feels a little better every time you smile