Well look at that clown dressed up like Charles Dickens
Sneaking around like Slim Pickens
If he was a woman, he'd think he was God's gift to man
Gonna stick his head in a garbage can

Ah fuck that guy
Yea fuck that guy
It ought to be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine
Fuck that guy

Look at that heartless fool
Lurking around the high school
Somebody better call the cops, he ought to be arrested
Ain't nobody around here gonna get molested

Oh fuck that guy
Yea fuck that guy
It ought to be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine
Fuck that guy

Yea look at that jerk-off jerk
He's a real piece of work
Rolling and smoking cheap tobacco
He ain't nothing but a loud-mouth wacko
Fuck that guy
Yea fuck that guy
It ought to be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine
Fuck that guy

It ought to be a crime
He ain't no friend of mine
Fuck that guy

Yea, fuck that guy
What an asshole
Fuck that guy