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Locked inside my bedroom
Looking at pictures up on the wall
I need a little elbow room
I need space, man, that ain't all
First thing when I get home
Folks jump on my case
"Get a job, take the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place"
Someday when I'm a man
I'm gonna put them in their place
'Cause my old man's a fatso
Got a bathtub for a mouth
My old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house
Cruising down the highway
Feels so good to see open space
I don't feel like a prisoner
I don't feel like a basket case
Turn the radio up to ten
And you know I've found my place
Yeah
"Get a job, put the dishes out
Put thе trash back in its place"
Now that I'm a man
I'm gonna piss right in their face
'Causе my old man's a fatso
Got a bathtub for a mouth
My old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house
My Old Man’s A Fatso [live, Jam Room, 1994] was written by “Metal” Mike Saunders.