Uncouth - The Queers

Excuse my French I think I swore

I called your mom a dirty whore

Pardon me I think I farted

Please don’t think that I’m retarded

Mercy me I think I puked

Please don’t let that get you spooked

Just overlook that I’m a mess

While I run my hands up your dress

I’m uncouth

I’m uncouth

I’m uncouth

I’m uncouth

Holy cow I stole your car

I burned the seats with my cigar

Kiss my ass, I hate your guts

I may be rude, but I’m not nuts

I’m sorry baby but that’s just the way it has to be

When we first fucked

I told you get the hell away from me

With all my stupid bullshit

You haven’t had enough

To get fucked up the ass each night

It must be fucking tough