My Dad Vs. Shania Twain Lyrics

My dad likes to come home late from work
When we're all asleep and watch Country Music TV
I know what's going on
Shania, Shania, I know what's going on
It feels so wrong
I hope you break your neck
Come on dad, you're making me sad, pull your pants up,
you're busted
Step away from the couch and put your f*cking hands up,
you're busted
The Kleenex box won't save you from your f*cking lies
now, you're busted
I can't believe that you're the guy that taught me how to clean in the shower
Come on dad, you can do better
I know that you can do better
Why don't you want to bone someone a little bit older
Why can't you control your giant honky-tonk boner
Admit that you don't have a little Helen Hunt fever
And I'll leave you alone
My dad likes to come home late from work
When we're all asleep and watch Country Music TV
I think I'm telling mom
As soon as she's done watching Remington Steel he's dead

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