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I, went to the trailor park, picked up my friend named Mark. We always have a real good time, never gonna work for a dime.
This could be my life, im gonna have a fat slave wife My mom say's "ya gotta get a job", I just wanna be a fukin slob.
Now my lifes goin down the drain, Whiskey will soothe my pain. It's gonna end up fine, Im never gonna work for a dime.
I, I could sell drugs on the side, but the welfare checks do fine. Just sit on my ass, never gonna mow the grass.
My wifes getting fatter everyday, the dealers comin for his pay My bitch spent it all on food, Now we gotta pack up and move.
(Chorus) When I grow up i wanna be on welfare "When I grow up i wanna be on welfare" 3 x
My malnurished hound pissed on my wife beater Vultures circle my obese wife they may eat her They sent me some food stamps im not too proud found a lima bean in the gutter i fished it out. My toothless ruthless uncle chester sold some heroin and just got sequestered Alcohol is my favorite solitude I siphon gas for my old truck and inhale the fumes
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