Some guys don't give a f*ck
Some guys don't try to strain
Some guys take all the breaks
Some guys just sit back and complain

Alone with dust clouds, wife says, "You're a jerk"
Cause I'm sleeping
"I told you to clean, after you hit the bar
The room's still dirty!!!
How does it feel?! When there's nothing to do
But to watch tube!?!?!?!
Seems so unfair, when you're in underwear
And I've got to clean!!!"

Some guys don't give a f*ck
Some guys have all the stains
Some guys eat all the cakes
Some guys just sit and chug champagne

Some people rake, or go see Timberlake
Lord That is not me
I'd rather lie
As the Earth passes by, I'm not moving

I know how you sigh
You just sit there and pout
Then start schooling me

You start to scream
Yell, "I'm pitching Jim Beams
You freaking drunky!!!"

Still I don't give a f*ck
Still I don't use my brain
Still I munch Frosted Flakes
Still I do nothing but complain

(I'm feeling too lazy, do your own damn solo)

My huge rear end's
On your couch, and it lingers
It's weight sums, ton

I sit and stare at tube
You just glare
At your husband

I swat at mosquitoes
As I binge of Doritos
Door open's your way

Get me off my ass
You are one clever lass
But I'm showing restraint

Cause I don't give a f*ck
I'll let those darn bugs reign
I'll take the itch and aches
I'll let them suck my blood till drained

But if you were this lazy
I'd be so snappy, I'm a guy
Wives work, it's so crazy
Oh well, run and go fetch me pie