We can't talk politics
We can't talk religion
You can't stand my music
I'm no help in the kitchen

You think fishin' is just lazy
And your Mother fuk'n drives me crazy

Baby it's time for you to go
I don't care which direction
Take your fat ass south to Mexico
I need some time alone
Baby it's time for you to go

There's no apologies
All promises are broke
And if you say you're pregnant
I'm gonna' have a fuk'n stroke

I need some time to recover
I swear I'm gonna' kill your fuk'n Mother

Baby it's time for you to go...