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WHO'S YOUR DAD?
04:12
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hey
oh yeah
how are you doing tonight
we're the worst band in the fucking world
and I got one fucking question
hey (x5)
who's that guy
who's that fucking guy (x2)
(to pippy) keep going you son of a bitch
whos your dad
who's your fucking dad (x2)
I wanna meet him, I wanna take him out to dinner
but first, I need to know his name so
who's your dad, who's your fucking dad (x2)
who's your dad
I need to know his name, I wanna meet your dad
what's your dad's name, I wanna meet him
does he have cool hair and smoke cigarettes
does he like to kiss you on the lips
like tom brady, your fucking dad is tom brady?
what? no?
so, who's your fucking dad
I wanna know
first and last name, right now (x2)
who's your fucking dad
tell me who your dad is, right now
who is he (x3)
who's your dad
oh yeah
who's your dad, who's your fucking dad
who's your dad
I wanna meet your dad, I wanna put a little hat on him
I wanna see where he lives
I wanna go to his fucking house, I wanna go to house
I wanna meet him, I wanna see what kinda shit he keeps in the cabinet
the one that's too high up for you to fucking reach
I want to meet him, yeah, I would really like to meet him
your fucking dad (x7)
who's your fucking dad?
who is he (x2)
who's your fucking dad, oh ho!
I wanna meet him, and I wanna know what his name is
oh god, fucking kill me, I wanna fucking kill myself
oh god who's your dad
who is he, who's your fuckin dad?
tell me who your dad is.
pippy: that's already hitting top 100
vinnie: that's fucking tight
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what's your credit card number, take 2.
hey, you there, I have a little question for you
what's your credit card number
and the three digits on the back
and your billing zip code, whats your credit card number
whats your credit card number (x5)
hey, please, I need to buy some cigarettes, please
what's your credit card number, hey!
[unintelligible moaning]
what's your credit card number (x3)
hey, hey hey hey, hey.
what's your credit card number, I can't fucking do this anymore.
but hey, i'd say, we have time for one more chorus, don't you agree?
so i'm going to ask you one last time:
what's your credit card number (x10)
what is it, what is it, what is your fucking credit card number
dear fucking god, I need to know, where do you live
what's your billing zip code, please please tell me
what's the three digits on the back,
tell me what's the three digits on the back
what are they, what's your full legal name
who's your fucking dad?
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3. |
SSN
07:09
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[general guttural moaning]
what's your social security number (x?)
[unintelligible]
(normal voice) my throat is bleeding
what's your social security number (x?)
boys, boys, hey, go fucking nuts boys
go fucking nuts, go fucking nuts
[screams]
social security number (x?)
make more noise, make more fucking noise
make noise, and keep fucking going
[unintelligible]
oh god, oh god, what's your social security number
[music]
[pained, unintelligible screams]
social security number (x?)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 and done, we're done, end the song
end the fucking song
get me out here
let me out of here (x2)
end the song, please let me out
why won't you stop playing
let me out, let me out of the song
[defeated moan]
I have done irreparable damage to my vocal chords
pippy: that was a banger!
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hey, hey
i'm outside of your fuckin house
i'm looking in your window
i'm creeping around in the bushes
and i'm looking in your windows
what an ugly fucking house
what's with the fucking wallpaper
fucking, what is this the 19 fucking 70's
that shits fucking disgusting
and don't get me started on your appliances
ceramic, white? who the fuck are you
where's your fucking stainless steel
this is like a nice neighborhood
you could fucking afford it, cheap fucking piece of shit
i'm looking in your basement, is that rat shit on the floor
dog shit, rat shit, what is that, what is on your fucking floor
I fucking hate you, and you know what?
i'm outside of your house
did you hear me? I said
i'm outside of your house
look out the fucking window
i'm outside of your house
fucking look at me
i'm outside of your house (x a million)
and i'm coming in the window
i'm coming in your fucking window (x6)
i'm inside of your house (x2)
i'm under your bed
i'm inside of your house
i'm your fucking bed
what do you got under here, porno mags?
from the fucking 70's?
what the, who the fuck is this guy
what is this sock
its rock fucking solid this sock
its crusty and its, this fucking sock
fucking freak, i'm gonna fucking kill you (x2)
i'm inside of your house (x forever)
[unintelligible] and i'm gonna fucking kill you
i'm inside of your house
oh footsteps! I hear footsteps (x2)
who's coming near me, who's [unintelligible]
i'm inside of your house
hey, OOOO there's an ankle next to the bed
i'm inside of your bed
i'm gonna grab that fucking ankle
I got that fucking ankle in my hands
who are you, what have you done? (x2)
i'm inside of your house
and I've got my hands around your neck (x2)
i'm gonna fucking kill, i'm gonna fucking kill you inside of your house
[unintelligble]
look me in the fucking eyes right now (x2)
I have one fucking question, I have one fucking question for you man
who's your fucking dad?
[crowd boo's]
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