[Verse 1]
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up!
You ask if you’re a goof? Let me tell you what’s up.
Every time you open your typewriting mouth,
The whole damned day veers off to the south.
Get over yourself! You ain't all that.
Put it back on the shelf! We've got it down pat.
[Chorus]
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up!
Are you really a fool? Well, your momma said yup.
You prove it all again ev’ry single day,
With each and ev’ry stupid little thing you say.
Put your bugle down; listen to me now.
Zip your lips you dope, and don't spit your chow.
[Verse 2]
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up!
Do you really love yourself? All the women throw up.
They know you love the sound of your own voice.
And when you leave the room, they laugh and rejoice.
Got news for ya pal. You ain’t the ladies’ stud.
They’ve seen all your gear and think you're a dud.
[Chorus]
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up!
Are you really a fool? Well, your momma said yup.
You prove it all again ev’ry single day,
With each and ev’ry stupid little thing you say.
Put your bugle down; listen to me now.
Zip your lips you dope, and don't spit your chow.
[scat singing on bada blada bada blah]
[Verse 3]
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up!
Are you a big jackass? All the sergeants gave up.
If you just kept silent, you wouldn’t look bad,
but you flush your latrine, and prove you’re a cad.
We’ve heard your bullshit! Please give it a rest.
when you make up your facts, we’re never impressed.
[Chorus]
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up!
Are you really a fool? Well, your momma said yup.
You prove it all again ev’ry single day,
With each and ev’ry stupid little thing you say.
Put your bugle down; listen to me now.
Zip your lips you dope, and don't spit your chow.
[Outro]
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up!
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up!
Have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up
Lyrics, Bill Graham
