This guy comes into the restaurant
I guess his name was like Paris
So I bet his parents thought he should be all cultural
So he goes is this real butter?
He sticks his finger in it and goes make sure this is real butter take it back to the cook
I said of-course it's butter you mother fucker
So I bring it back he sticks his finger in it and he goes
Oh, I Can Not Believe It's Real Butter
And I go I saw you in the paper the other day
You know what you are?
You're a wife beater
So I see this article in the paper
I think it's called the North Easter
And there sure as shit there's his name
Saw him on the freeway
These witnesses beating the shit out of his wife
Mister butter batter I can't believe it's butter mother fucker
Telling me to check the butter
While he's thinking about beating his wife
Thos SUV SOB's you know the type
They come in and it's all the same
Making new stuff up...
He came back again
He came back one more time
And he said oh you're so special
And I said I'm special, I'm special
Got brass in pocket
I'll show you brass in pocket
I'll show you
I'll show you brass
I'll show you
Writer(s): Kat Bjelland
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