Tekster: blink-182. Dysentery Gary.

Got a lotta heartache

Hes a fuckin weasel

His issues make my mind ache

Want to make a deal

Cause I love the little motions

You do with your pigtails

What a nice creation

Worth another night in jail



Hes a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out

When friends were listening to Slayer

I would like to find him Friday night

Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights

Life just sucks, i lost the one

Im giving up

She found someone

Theres plenty more, girls are such a drag



So all you little ladies

Be sure to choose the right guys

Youll come back to me maybe

Ill shower you with lies

Got a lotta heartache

Hes a fuckin weasel

Decisions make my mind ache

Want to make a deal



Ease away the problems and the pain

The girl chose the one guy who makes you want to kick and scream

All along, you wish that she would stay

Fuck the guy who took and ran away



Hes a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out

When friends were listening to Slayer

I would like to find him Friday night

Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights

Fuck this place, I lost the war

I hate you all

Your moms a whore

Wheres my dog, girls are such a drag