My dinner's on fire while she watches TV
And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breakin' my back doin' the best that I can
She's got time for the dog and none for her man
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope
So hit the [bad word]  road and [bad word] up a rope

You can [bad word] up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get [bad word] 
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees you big, booty [bad word] start suckin'
You ride my [bad word] like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up [bad word] creek with a [bad word] for a paddle
And I can't cope -- [bad word] up a rope

Uh, you can [bad word] up a rope and feel the [bad word] dribble
You can [bad word] up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last 6 months I been packin' your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm, wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk
And I'm no dope, but I've lost all hope
So hit the [bad word]  road and [bad word] up a rope

You can [bad word] up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get [bad word] 
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees you big, booty [bad word] start suckin'
You ride my [bad word] like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up [bad word] creek with a [bad word] for a paddle
And I can't cope -- [bad word] up a rope