歌词
Well I wash my dishes in the dark
One big old shiny stain I can't tell apart
But come October
I just might get sober
Well I thought admitting
Was the hardest part
And I don't wash my hair hardly at all
But I could split a hair with a cannonball
I guess I'd compare it
To a half bald heretic
Riding on the fence whichever way it falls
And this dirt, this dust, this rust
It's what I'm all about
Lust, disgust, a bust
Well, hell, I guess that's just my rot
Well I won't wash up
I just wash off
No I won't wash up
No I
I just wash off
And I keep the dirt under my nails
Makes most men think I'm a man
And it freaks out the females
It stays embedded
And I stay unwedded
It's a better bet
Than just heads or tails
And l I wash my dishes in the dark
One big old shiny stain I can't tell apart
It's well past October
And I'm still not sober
Well I thought admitting
Was the hardest part
Yeah I thought admitting
Was the hardest part