Little Bastard All fish-belly white Wears gym trunks And a tank-top shirt When his grandma Sees him playing with a knife She says, Put that down, You're gonna get hurt.
CHORUS And she calls him Little Bastard And she says it to his face And he says, Don't call me Little Bastard, Call me Snake.
Little Bastard Has a re-occuring dream That he's a pirate On a sea of snakes And when the waves come You can listen to him scream As the tide runs Down his leg
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Little Bastard All fish-belly white Wears gym trunks And a tank-top shirt When his grandma Sees him playing with a knife She says, Put that down You're gonna get hurt.
