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