In a hayloft when Mama was seventeen
let daddy into her panties
Nine months later out popped me
Abortions unavailable in the 70s

Mom and Dad never really got hitched
so don't go callin' me "son of a bitch"
I'm a bastard in the truest sense
and good support for teenage abstinence

I'm a son of a fuck
Just a byproduct of lust
My epitaph when I am dust
carve:
"Here Lies a
Son of a Fuck"

I might be known for brutal honesty
especially after this autobiography
So what I admit I was an accident?
I'm still here and therefore fortunate
to be a son of a fuck
a byproduct of lust
My epitaph when I am dust
carve:
"Here Lies a
Son of a Fuck"

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