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11-09-2006, 06:02 PM
Brother In Law (Tim Wilson)
He lays around the house in a 3 day beard
sleeps on the couch, makes the place smell weird,
he's on something, and it damn sure ain't a job
he scares the kids, stays on the phone,
he's got a car somewhere for me to cosign on
he's been disowned, and his wife's run off with Bob.
She finally told me he wasn't worth a damn,
he tried to blame it all on Vietnam,
but he wasn't there, he was 15 in '74
And he’s got a bad back, and a messy divorce
he’s got a workman’s comp case tied up in court
he can’t move, and I can damn sure vouch for that
He’s my brother in law
he’s from Arkansas
Lord, the best man at my wedding
and the worst I ever saw
he’s living off of me,
he’s the baby of the family
my wife won’t let me shoot him
‘cause he’s my brother in law
Every day he smokes 4 packs of menthols
make about 8 more long distance calls
snorts alcohol, and talks like Dusty Rhoads
And he’ll go through your wallet with a fine tooth comb
eat your family out of house and home
he’ll cuss out your preacher, and stop up your commode
He’s your brother in law,
he’s got nothing on the ball
the kind of man who’d rob from Peter
and write a bad check to Paul
he’s gotten outta hand
he ought’ta be a congressman
he’s the kinda feller that I can’t stand
and he’s my brother in law
Oh yeah,
he’s the generic brand,
and he’s my brother in law
He lays around the house in a 3 day beard
sleeps on the couch, makes the place smell weird,
he's on something, and it damn sure ain't a job
he scares the kids, stays on the phone,
he's got a car somewhere for me to cosign on
he's been disowned, and his wife's run off with Bob.
She finally told me he wasn't worth a damn,
he tried to blame it all on Vietnam,
but he wasn't there, he was 15 in '74
And he’s got a bad back, and a messy divorce
he’s got a workman’s comp case tied up in court
he can’t move, and I can damn sure vouch for that
He’s my brother in law
he’s from Arkansas
Lord, the best man at my wedding
and the worst I ever saw
he’s living off of me,
he’s the baby of the family
my wife won’t let me shoot him
‘cause he’s my brother in law
Every day he smokes 4 packs of menthols
make about 8 more long distance calls
snorts alcohol, and talks like Dusty Rhoads
And he’ll go through your wallet with a fine tooth comb
eat your family out of house and home
he’ll cuss out your preacher, and stop up your commode
He’s your brother in law,
he’s got nothing on the ball
the kind of man who’d rob from Peter
and write a bad check to Paul
he’s gotten outta hand
he ought’ta be a congressman
he’s the kinda feller that I can’t stand
and he’s my brother in law
Oh yeah,
he’s the generic brand,
and he’s my brother in law