Self - Sassy Britches Lyrics

i once knew a girl named sassy britches

and she would call my name 3000 times a day

she was running round town burning bridges

and now my ride homes never quite the same

i once knew a girl named sassy britches

and i swear unto you it's her god given name

i told her friends they're stuckup bitches

and now my napkin's soaked with bloodstains

the more you learn the less you know

i'll bet everything is fine

i'll bet everything is fine

the more you see the less you show

oh yeah, everything is fine

this shit happens all the time

oh yeah, everything is fine

this shit happens all the time

her family showered me with countless riches

yet i'm in a bit of a bind

i need much more than that

maybe i can sell her cooking - classy, tasty, delicious dishes

then give my spiel about how it's imported

the less you seed the more you grow

i'll bet nothing is on time

i'll bet nothing is ever on time

the more you see the less you show

oh yeah, everything is fine

this shit happens all the time

oh yeah, everything is fine

this shit happens all the time

i need something i can't find

oh yeah, everything is fine

this shit happens all the time

this shit happens all the time

i still know a girl named sassy britches

and her voice comforts me flying right thru thin air

now i've taken time off work to protest her wishes

but noone's ever around

is there anyone there

the more you learn the less you know

i'll bet you're all out of line

i'll bet you're all out of line

(turn around with the wrong reaction)

(fake us out with a cheap distraction)

the more you reap the more you owe

oh yeah, everything is fine

this shit happens all the time

oh yeah, everything is fine

this shit happens all the time

oh yeah everything is fine

this shit happens all the time

oh yeah, everything is fine

this shit happens all the time



oh miss britches, sassy and sweet

tell me what more could a young girl be

i've got a punk rock band called love

we've got songs that consist of

8-bar sections, gritty and brash

we got a gig opening for the clash

everyone clowned us, sassy oh sassy

what makes a punk rocker treat us so nasty

mountain dew and a pierced eardrum

what makes a punk rock act so dumb

velvet postcards i'll send ya miss britches

bit my tongue and received nine stitches

bitches and ho's always come to the shows

popping sugar and butterscotch in the nose and it shows

cause they'll lose their hair like ted danson

snatch up all the kiddies and then hold 'em all for ransom

burn all your bridges and then build 'em back with plastic

little old ladies makin' cookies from elastica

and it don't stop there!

ex-bass players all have blue hair

boo-boop-be-doop-a-shang-a-lang-coccoa-puff

kurt haggadorn has a self big-muff

betcha makes ya dizzy watch the big wax spin

turn it up to 20, just a suggestion