Something’s wrong man when the boss man makes you beg for your own paycheck,
With his sweaty chest and his cigarette breath, breathing right down your neck.
Another fat face in the rat race, keeps feeding me [or you] do’s and don’ts,
Well it’s the weekend so take your clock, stick it in and break if off, I got plans of my own.
Tonight’s there’s beer that needs drinking, Merle Haggard that needs singing
A couple of boys that need to go ahead and fight, that’s right!
Beer cans that need stacking, pool balls that need racking,
That’s the only quota I’m meeting tonight.
So, if you’re with me raise your glass, here’s to the working class
Everybody else can just kiss my ass.
Uncle Sam says pay your taxes, neighbors say mow your grass,
Signs here and there, tell me when and where I can smoke my damn cigarettes.
So, if you think you need another piece of me, well hunker down and pucker up,
Put your rosy red lips on the lower hips, go on and get you some.
Tonight’s there’s beer that needs drinking, Merle Haggard that needs singing
A couple of boys that need to go ahead and fight, that’s right!
Beer cans that need stacking, pool balls that need racking,
That’s the only quota I’m meeting tonight.
So, if you’re with me raise your glass, here’s to the working class
And everybody else can just kiss my ass.
So, if you’re with me raise your glass, here’s to the working class
Everybody else can just kiss my ass.
[Thanks to Paul Zeller for lyrics]
[Thanks to Paul Zeller for corrections]
Kiss My Ass Lyrics by Sunny Sweeney
. Song rating: 4.5 [1 vote]
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