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Dennis Leary-Asshole from No Cure For Cancer

Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream/ About me, about you/ About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests/ About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts/ Maybe below the cockles,/ Maybe in the sub cockle area,/ Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys,/ Maybe even in the colon, we dont know

Im just a regular Joe, with a regular job/Im your average white, suburbanite slob/ I like football and porno and books about war/ I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor/ My wife and my job, my kids and my car/ My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just aint enough to keep a man like me interested/ (oh no, no way, uh uh)/ No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense/ (woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)/ I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane/ While people behind me are going insane

Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)/ Im an asshole (hes an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and I piss on the seat/ I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat?"

Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)/ Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces/ While handicapped people make handicapped faces

Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)/ Im an asshole (hes a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song/ Ranting and raving and carrying on/ Maybe theyre right when they tell me Im wrong/ Nah

Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)/ Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

You know what Im gonna do/ Im gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible/ Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps/ And all leather cow interior/ And make brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah)/ And Im gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour/ Gettin' 1 mile per gallon,/ Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds/ In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers/ And when Im done sucking down those greeseball burgers/ Im gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag/ And then Im gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side/ And there aint a goddamn thing anybody can do about it/ You know why, because weve got the bombs, thats why
2 words, nuclear fucking weapons, OK?/ Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want/ They can have a big democracy cakewalk/ Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square
and it wont make a lick of difference/ Because weve got the bombs, OK?/ John Wayne's not dead, hes frozen, and as soon as we find a cure for cancer/ Were gonna thaw out the duke and hes gonna be pretty pissed off/ You know why,/ Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15 million times/ Thats how pissed off the dukes gonna be!/ I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes,/ and Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey,/ and drive down to Texas and say.....

(Hey! You know, you really are an asshole!)/ Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?/ Im an asshole (hes an asshole.what an asshole)/ Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

A-S-S-H-O-L-E/ Everybody/ A-S-S-H-O-L-E
Im an asshole and Im proud of it

Desde ya esta de mas que le diga que bajen el disco completo, no?