Sangtekst: Blink 182. Dysentery Gary.

Got a lotta heartache
Hes a fuckin weasel
His issues make my mind ache
Want to make a deal
Cause I love the little motions
You do with your pigtails
What a nice creation
Worth another night in jail

Hes a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to Slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights
Life just sucks, i lost the one
Im giving up
She found someone
Theres plenty more, girls are such a drag

So all you little ladies
Be sure to choose the right guys
Youll come back to me maybe
Ill shower you with lies
Got a lotta heartache
Hes a fuckin weasel
Decisions make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

Ease away the problems and the pain
The girl chose the one guy who makes you want to kick and scream
All along, you wish that she would stay
Fuck the guy who took and ran away

Hes a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to Slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights
Fuck this place, I lost the war
I hate you all
Your moms a whore
Wheres my dog, girls are such a drag