up in bodfish little st called miller Karen’s pacing on the sidewalk, acting like she owns the block
Darren’s standing next to her, wearing nothing but his socks
He looks like he’s been starving since the turn of ninety-nine
That man needs a triple-decker, not a line of cheap-ass whine
She’s got her nose up in the clouds, looking down on all the rest
While Darren’s got a tiny truck to hide his little, um… mess.
(Chorus)
Oh, Karen and Darren, you’re a pair of absolute shits
Thinking you’re royalty when you’re barely even fits
Driving giant lifted trucks to hide the things that just ain’t grown
Why don’t you take your cheap beer and get the hell off of my zone?
Yeah, Karen and Darren, you’re the joke of the whole town
We’re just laughing at the circus every time you come around.
(Verse 2)
Darren’s drinking Natty Light and playing with his blow
Trying to act like he’s a boss, putting on a pathetic show
But let’s be real, you little prick, we know the honest truth
Your birth certificate’s an apology from the condom factory booth
You didn't get an invite to this smoky backyard grill
So why you creeping near my ribs? You’re acting like a pill!
(Bridge)
You think you’re top shelf, but you’re bottom-barrel trash
Always in my business, trying to stir the goddamn ash
Take your Karen, take your drama, take your compensation ride
There’s nowhere for you losers left to go and try to hide!
(Outro)
So back off from the barbecue, get your ass off of my lawn
We’ll be partying all night until the break of early dawn
Karen, stop your screeching, and Darren, tuck your ego in
You’re the saddest, funniest losers that have ever let me win!
(Yeah, you’re a pathetic pair… don't come back!)
TracyCleveland77