Little Bastard
Little Bastard
All fish belly white
Wears gym trunks
And a tank top shirt
When his Grandma
Sees him playing with a knife
She says, "Put that down,
You're gonna get hurt."
And she calls him Little Bastard
And she says it to his face
And he says, "Don't call me Little Bastard,
Call me Snake."
Little Bastard
Has a re-occurring dream
That he's a pirate
On a sea of snakes
And when the waves come
You can listen to him scream
As the tide runs
Down his leg
Pequeño Bastardo
Pequeño Bastardo
Todo blanco como panza de pescado
Usa pantalones cortos de gimnasia
Y una camiseta sin mangas
Cuando su abuela
Lo ve jugando con un cuchillo
Ella dice, 'Deja eso,
Te vas a lastimar.'
Y ella lo llama Pequeño Bastardo
Y se lo dice en la cara
Y él dice, 'No me llames Pequeño Bastardo,
Llámame Serpiente.'
Pequeño Bastardo
Tiene un sueño recurrente
Que es un pirata
En un mar de serpientes
Y cuando vienen las olas
Puedes escucharlo gritar
Mientras la marea corre
Por su pierna
Escrita por: Chuck Cleaver / David Morrison / John Erhardt / Randy Cheek