Hey Mister Lyrics - Fast - Custom

Hey mister I really like your daughter 

I'd like to eat her like ice cream, 

Maybe dip her in chocolate 

Hey mister on your way to work, 

In your Volvo, suit and tie 

We'll be crawling in your bed sir, 

Messing around, maybe getting high. 

Its not what you did, its not what you didn't 

God gave her the perfect body now I'm all up in it 

Its not she's a tramp, its not she's not pure 

she just likes getting her fuck on and its a good one of that I'm sure 

Hey mister I really like your daughter 

when I'm horny like thirsty she's a bottle of water 

hey mister, how'd it get so bad 

you raised her so well now she's calling me dad 

in the back seat naked of her new Volkswagon 

the perfect little gift for high school graduation 

Its not what you did, its not what you didn't 

God gave her the perfect body now I'm all up in it 

Its not she's a tramp, its not she's not pure 

she just likes getting her fuck on and its a good one of that I'm sure 

(Rap Part) 

I eat all the food in your fridge 

Call my friends around the world 

Rack up your long distance too 

Breakstands neutral drops 

Wreck all your cars 

Drink all the booze in your cheezy ass wet bar 

Order stuff on your credit cards 

Leave boogers in the skippy jar 

Smoke your cigars 

Answer the phone tell your boss you moved to mars 

When you call in late from work tell your wife 

You're at the titty bars 

Its not she's a tramp, its not she's not pure 

she just likes getting her fuck on and its a good one of that I'm sure 

I hope I never have a daughter