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Old Fart lyrics
I know a kid, a snotty young gun
Ain't got no respect for anyone
When an old dude tries to teach him some rules
He shrugs his shoulders and laughs like a fool
Boy, you better not give me no lip
Tryin' to pull your butt off a sinkin' ship
Think your a genius, but you ain't got no brains
Think you can fly when you're wrapped up in chains
CHORUS- You got the nerve to call me Old Fart
Just an old geezer who ain't very smart
I think it's time for you to start
Payin' attention to an Old Fart
You won't take advice, but I've been around
Know every bad guy in the bad part of town
You're just a punk, thinks he knows it all
You keep on runnin' when you've dropped the ball
Repeat CHORUS
SOLO
Boy, you better not give me no lip
Tryin' to pull your butt off a sinkin' ship
Think your a genius, but you ain't got no brains
Think you can fly when you're wrapped up in chains
Repeat CHORUS
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Earl Brenneman
for submitting the lyrics.
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