作曲 : Warren Joseph Etchison
Well i talk to my son until i'm blue in the face
He's a rock n' roll bum, a family disgrace
He lays around the house, smokes **** and **********s
Tell me son, what do you want to be?
Well your a worthless young s*** as i've ever seen
You know there's much more to life then a c*** magazine
I'll send you to college, you can earn your degree
Tell me son what do you want to be?
Dad, i wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy
Ky jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight
Seems like a good job for me
Well i spoke to my wife, i said what can be done
With this highly offensive excuse for a son?
He sits at the table, and he belches and he farts
Then he drinks till he pukes, and he sleeps in his barf
I went up to his room, didn't bother to knock
I said 'son we gotta have a talk, but please put away your ****.'
You're a livin' breathin' insult to society
Tell me son what do you want to be?
Dad, i wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy
Ky jelly, rubber gloves, and a flashlight
Seems like a good job for me
Well i was proud of my son, he had earned his degree
He's a geniune doctor of gynecology
He's got an office and a nurse and patients galore
Who could ask for anything more?
Dad, i ain't got a damn thing to be thankful for
I got sixteen old ladies lined up outside the door
They all smell like tuna fish, and they s*** on the floor
To tell the truth, it's a big f***in' bore!
I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy
Ky jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight
It ain't all that it's cracked up to be
I don't wanna be a gynecologist, study female anatomy
Ky jelly, rubber gloves and a flashlight
It ain't all that it's cracked up to be