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Hey Mister
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hey mister
i really like your daughter
i'd like to eat her like ice cream
maybe dip her in chocolate

hey mister
on your way to work
in your volvo suit and tie
we'll be crawling in your bed soon
messing around maybe
getting high

it's not what you did
it's not what you didn't
God gave her the perfect body
now i'm all up in it

it's not that she's a tramp
it's not that she's not pure
she just likes getting her fuck on
and it's a good one of
that i'm sure

na na na na na

he mister
i really like your daughter
when i'm horny like thirsty
she's a bottle of water

hey mister
how'd it get so bad
you raised her so well
now she's calling me dad
in the back seat naked of her new
volkswagen
the perfect little gift for high
school graduation

na na na na na

i eat all the food in your fridge
call my friends
around the world rack up your
long distance
do breakstands neutral drops
wreck all your cars
drink all the booze in your
cheezy ass wet bar
order stuff on your credit cards
leave boogers in the skippy jar
smooke your cigars
answer your phone tell your boss
you moved to mars
when you call in late from work
tell your wife you're at the titty bars

na na na na na

i can't lie i have to tell the truth
man to man mister it's all
a total spoof
your daughter's a freak
your daughter's a pro
when i'm done with her she'll do
one of your bros.

i hope i never have a daughter
i hope i never have a daughter

na na na na na