Evil Grin

Evil Grin

WHEN I WAS JUST A BOY
MY POPS HE SAID TO ME
HE SAID IF YOU’RE GONNA BE A MAN
YOU’VE GOT TO GET UP OFF YOUR KNEES
HANDED ME A POCKET KNIFE AND
WE SAT DOWN BY A TREE
HE SAID PUT YOUR NOSE TO THE WIND
AND WHAT YOU SMELL YOU WILL SEE
THEN HE LOOKED AT ME WITH
A SATAN’S SORT OF GRIN
HE CUT THE CHEESE
WITH THE SMELL OF EVIL SIN
THEN HE’D LIKED TO HURLED
WHEN I SENT ONE BACK TO HIM
I PINCHED AND POKED AND SAID NOW
WHO’S THE MAN, HE HAD A TWINKLE IN HIS EYE
WITH THAT SAME OL’ DUMBASS GRIN

GUESS IT WAS ABOUT A WEEK WENT BY
WHEN MY POPS HE SAID TO ME
WAIT RIGHT OVER HERE SON
WHILE I PISS BEHIND THIS TREE
WASN’T BUT A MINUTE OR SO
WHEN I REALIZED HE WAS GONE
SOME THINGS I’LL NEVER FORGET THOUGH
THAT’S WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
WAS IT THE SMELL OF EVIL SIN
OR HOW LONG HE’S BEEN GONE
OR THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME
WITH THAT SAME OL’ DUMBASS GRIN

WALKING DOWN THE STREET
A WEEK AGO TODAY
YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I SAW
BUT I’M GONNA TELL YOU ANYWAY
THIS GREY HAIRED OLD MAN
HE BENT DOWN TO TIE HIS SHOE
WHEN HE REALLY LET IT RIP
WITH THAT SAME OL’ EVIL SPEW
THE WAY THE EARTH SHOOK
I KNEW IT JUST HAD TO BE HIM
THERE STOOD MY POPS WITH THAT
SAME OL’ DUMB ASS GRIN

NEVER GONNA FORGET THE WAY
HE LOOKED AT ME WITH THAT
SAME OL’DUMB ASS GRIN