Bloodhound Gang
앨범 : No Hard Feelings

Maybe you got screwed but i dumped you `cause you ain`t nothin` but trash
I put out despite the fact that you`re like a hawaiian punch moustache
Right under my nose thinking i`m so colonel klink oblivious
But how could i not see you got off scot-free `cause i know this means it
Ain`t my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain`t my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain`t my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain`t my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
If i want to be repeatedly shit on i`ll go make dutch porn
When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what`s more
I`m missing you like a hijacked flight on september 11th
I don`t know who got on you but i`m not wrong in thanking them since it
Ain`t my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain`t my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain`t my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain`t my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore