Our little boy is four years old
And swearwords, he knows none
So we spell out the words he should-
N't know, it's kind of fun
Like s-e-x, or maybe b-l-o-
W-j-o-b
But the words we spell inside our car
Are where we've come to grief:

Chorus:
That a-s-s-h-o-l-e is getting in my way
F.U. F-ing S.O.B. I'm gonna make you pay
Oh, what the b-l-o-o-d-
Y h-e-double-l is he
When will you learn to drive you a-s-s-h-o-l-e?

Children learn
They learn to copy
What you say, it seems
Now he spells out "b-l-o-o
D-y", not knowin' what it means
He'll spell out the disgustin' words
Oh, ain't it such a farce
He'll wind the window down and shout
At people that we pass

Chorus:
"YOU A-S-S-H-O-L-E" is what I heard him say
"SHUT YOUR F-ing G-O-B" took my breath right away
I wonder why he has to be
Such a little s-h-i-t
'Cause now he's learned to spell, our a-s-s-h-o-l-e