The wastrel from the mall appears
to boink your wife and drink your beers
In your bed you'll find his spunk
You'd really like to bust that punk
Where'd that CD player go?
I guess you're really pretty sure you know
Looking for your things
You'll strangle that bastard
If he took your bling-bling

The wastrel always pawns your stuff
For pennies on the buck; not much
He'll charm your wife right into bed
You caught her once giving him h**d
He wore this smirk upon his face
The smart-ass said, "So how does my sp*rm taste?"
Pissed me off, it's true
He has a way of saying things
That do that to you

(Instrumental break)

The wastrel does not try to hide
How much he likes to hurt your pride
You're sitting in your favorite chair
And find some of his pubic hair
Now your anger starts to grow
Can't anymore abide this status quo
Now you see he drinks
The best stuff in your booze-bar
Boy, that really stinks

Your son said on your lawn he crapped
Then wiped his butt with your best hat
He treats your wife just like a whore
Tells lies about her you deplore
Disgusted by his freaking lies
He disrespects your wishes, then acts wise
One annoying dude
His whole demeanor ticks you off
It's just so damned rude

You'd like to grab him with your mitts
And wring his neck 'till he admits
All of his nasty, thoughtless deeds
His cries for mercy; hopes you'll heed
Listen to his bullshit flow
"I'm sorry now for the things I've done, you know"
Listen to him whine
Then drop-kick that scum-bag
And tell him he's slime

Now finally, the wastrel's left
Won't be around no more, I'd guess
You found something he would respect
The weight of your boot on his neck
It look like he's long gone
That asshole sure had gall