Guttermouth Your Late LyricsI'm late again, this sucks
Where's my other shoe? FUCK!
I need a drink-god damn!
Did I get gas last night?
Oh, well, roll the dice
Ha-ha, I gotta to to Vegas soon
I really miss those wonderful casinos
And friendly people
Fuck, I hate those people
In the carpool lane
We carpool, oooo, go fuck yourself
I'm probably fired already, shit
Only nine more hours
Till dollar drafts
And free meatballs