Bowling for Soup — A Friendly Goodbye

I can lay it on real thick Cause I know how you don't like to get bogged down With anything 'bout us And our kick ass true love tale Sorry I swore just then Cause I know you hate it And by the way that cake you baked me really sucked But I ate it Cause I loved you even more than you could ever imagine Here's a friendly goodbye... five-six-seven! Ain't that a “b” with an itch Ain't that a mother trucker You can go to H-E-double hockey sticks And F yourself Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn Sick of all the “s” words you put me through So F you! F you I can hang it out to dry Cause I know how you like all your laundry neat And not just thrown around Like a chainsaw in need of juggling Sorry I flipped you off cause I know How you hate it And that homemade porn I said that I erased Well I saved it Cause I loved you even more than you could ever imagine Here's a friendly goodbye... five-six-seven! Ain't that a “b” with an itch Ain't that a mother trucker You can go to H-E-double hockey sticks And F yourself Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn Sick of all the “s” words you put me through So F you! F you I'll send you a postcard that says "I'm glad you're not here." I'll buy you a t-shirt But I'll use it to wipe up the beer That I spilled While I was spilling my guts To my friends about you And I really don't have anything else nice to say But F you! F you Ain't that a “b” with an itch Ain't that a mother trucker You can go to H-E-double hockey sticks And F yourself Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn Sick of all the “s” words you put me through So F you! F you