[V1] He lay passed out on the sofa, underwear be four days old Snot run down his face, fool dont do nothin’ bout his cold. He spend his days watching, the view and Fox News, Sad bag of shit dont got nothing else to do. [V2] There’s roaches in the ash tray, Empty beer cans across the flo. Dirty tee shirts strewn out on the carpet Smelly jeans be hangin on a door [V3] He in love with Dominique, But she say he nasty, he too crude She go walking in his kitchen Hates smellin’ all dem empty cans of food. [CH] He sing dem knuckle dragger blues, Pluck his git-tar outa tune. Sound like some ole dawg out yonda Be howlin up at the moon. He sing dem knuckle dragger blues, He sing them any way he choose, Don’t know he sound just like a fool. He sing dem knuckle dragger blues, [v4] He spend all day at his computa Wishin’ he could see dat kiddy pone, But he know John Law snatch his ass, Drag him straight on out his home [V5] So he surfs all round the net, Tells all comers why they suck, Dominick be at his side, But Dominique dont eva wanna ………... [CH] He sing dem knuckle dragger blues, Pluck his git-tar outa tune. Sound like some ole dawg out yonda Be howlin up at the moon. He sing dem knuckle dragger blues, He sing them any way he choose, Don’t know he sound just like a fool. He sing dem knuckle dragger blues,
