Gob Wiseguy

You talk a lot

And say too much every day

You're annoying

And you make me sick anyway

You should dig yourself inside a hole

Who's to say?

But you wanna be the wise guy

Go to hell!

And you don't know

What you want

I can't stand you

Get out of my face

You don't know

What's going on

I can't stand you

Get out of my face

Crybaby, crybaby everyday

And you whine about it

Whine about it anyway

You should blow your nose

On your shirt

Who's to say?

But you wanna be the wise guy

fuck yourself!