Custom - Hey Mister Lyrics

Hey Mister I really like your daughter
I'd like to eat her like ice cream
Maybe dip her in chocolate

Hey Mister on your way over
In your Volvo, suit, and tie
We'll be crawling in your bed soon
Messing around, maybe getting high

It's not what ya did
It's not what ya didn't
God gave her a perfect body
And now I'm all up in it

It's not she's a tramp
It's not she's not pure
She just likes getting her f*ck on
And it's a good one for that I'm sure

Hey Mister I really like your daughter
When I'm horny like thirsty
She's a bottle of water

Hey Mister how'd it get so bad
You raised her so well
And now she's calling me dad
In the back seat naked of a new Volkswagen
The perfect little gift for high school graduation

It's not what ya did
It's not what ya didn't
God gave her a perfect body
And now I'm all up in it

It's not she's a tramp
It's not she's not pure
She just likes getting her f*ck on
And it's a good one of that I'm sure

Nana na nana na
Nana na nana na
Nana na nana na
Ha hahaha ha ha haha

I eat all the food in your fridge
Call my friends around the world
Rack up your long distance do
Breakstands neutral drops
Wreck all your cars
Drink all the booze in your cheesy ass wet bar
Order stuff on your credit cards
Leave boogers in the skippy jar
Smoke your cigars
Answer the phone tell your boss you moved to mars
When you call in late from work tell your wife
You're at the titty bars

It's not what ya did
It's not what ya didn't
God gave her a perfect body
And now I'm all up in it

It's not she's a tramp
It's not she's not pure
She just likes getting her f*ck on
And it's a good of that I'm sure

I can't lie I have to tell the truth
My commandments says I'm a total spoof
Your daughter's a freak
Your daughter's a pro
When I'm done with her
She'll do one of your bros

I hope I'll never have a daughter
I hope I'll never have a daughter
I hope I'll never have a daughter
I hope I'll never have a daughter

Nana na nana na
Nana na nana na
Nana na nana na
Nana na nana na