Self - Sassy Britches Lyrics
i once knew a girl named sassy britchesand she would call my name 3000 times a dayshe was running round town burning bridgesand now my ride homes never quite the samei once knew a girl named sassy britchesand i swear unto you it's her god given namei told her friends they're stuckup *****esand now my napkin's soaked with bloodstainsthe more you learn the less you knowi'll bet everything is finei'll bet everything is finethe more you see the less you showoh yeah, everything is finethis shit happens all the timeoh yeah, everything is finethis shit happens all the timeher family showered me with countless richesyet i'm in a bit of a bindi need much more than thatmaybe i can sell her cooking - classy, tasty, delicious dishesthen give my spiel about how it's importedthe less you seed the more you growi'll bet nothing is on timei'll bet nothing is ever on timethe more you see the less you showoh yeah, everything is finethis shit happens all the timeoh yeah, everything is finethis shit happens all the timei need something i can't findoh yeah, everything is finethis shit happens all the timethis shit happens all the timei still know a girl named sassy britchesand her voice comforts me flying right thru thin airnow i've taken time off work to protest her wishesbut noone's ever aroundis there anyone therethe more you learn the less you knowi'll bet you're all out of linei'll bet you're all out of line(turn around with the wrong reaction)(fake us out with a cheap distraction)the more you reap the more you oweoh yeah, everything is finethis shit happens all the timeoh yeah, everything is finethis shit happens all the timeoh yeah everything is finethis shit happens all the timeoh yeah, everything is finethis shit happens all the timeoh miss britches, sassy and sweettell me what more could a young girl bei've got a punk rock band called lovewe've got songs that consist of8-bar sections, gritty and brashwe got a gig opening for the clasheveryone clowned us, sassy oh sassywhat makes a punk rocker treat us so nastymountain dew and a pierced eardrumwhat makes a punk rock act so dumbvelvet postcards i'll send ya miss britchesbit my tongue and received nine stitches*****es and ho's always come to the showspopping sugar and butterscotch in the nose and it showscause they'll lose their hair like ted dansonsnatch up all the kiddies and then hold 'em all for ransomburn all your bridges and then build 'em back with plasticlittle old ladies makin' cookies from elasticaand it don't stop there!ex-bass players all have blue hairboo-boop-be-doop-a-shang-a-lang-coccoa-puffkurt haggadorn has a self big-muffbetcha makes ya dizzy watch the big wax spinturn it up to 20, just a suggestion
