My mother's a harlot. My father's a drunk
My dogs are fleabags and I'm a punk
Things like these, maybe are true
But before you pass judgement
Just look at you!
Maybe my mother will be perfect
And my father normal one day
Maybe my dogs will die
Maybe I'll grow up someday
Anyway, who are you to say
Of my mother, my father and dogs
Although I'm not the one to boast
Let's all put your glasses together
For the three things I love the most
You may try to change them
But they'll always be the same
I love them just the way they are
So I guess there's only me to blame!