Around the house, I never lift a finger
As a husband and father, I'm sub-par
I'd rather drink a beer than win father of the year
I'm happy with things the way they are
I'm getting used to never getting noticed
I'm stuck here until I can steal a car
The house is still a mess
And I'm going bald from stress!
But we're happy just the way we are!
They're not perfect, but the Lord says love thy neighbour
- Shut up, Flanders
Okely-dokely-doo
Don't think it's sour grapes
But you're all a bunch of apes
And so I must be leaving you!