The girls waste money at the stores,
Their Barbies teach them to be whores.
They all just b***h and moan and cry,
Why can't they run away and die?
If pockets in those jeans of mine
With parents dollars did not line,
I'd simply chase them off my lawn
From evening 'till the break of dawn.
Do not be shocked, 'tis not uncouth.
Kids piss me off! I speak the truth!
I simply do not give a damn,
I do not like them, Sam I Am.