Kid Rock — The Cramper

Have you ever known a free lancer Thinks that he's a camper Known around my way as the cramper Like P.M.S. always poking But he won't go away with a little Motrin Now if you ever heard the term cramper and you wonder The worms kind of like I guess a modern day Felix Unger When you first meet them you think he's O.K But then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way Hear say here I say through the grapevine He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line Just like a little fuckin fag He always wants to get high but never has a bag Never works says he can't find the right job Hasn't got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad He's the dampest there's no one damper Huh huh.... he's the muther fuckin cramper Now the crampers red, there's no one redder He rides you wrong like a really tight sweater He's sort of like a mouse a pest of a peer You come home he's at your house drinking your last beer Poking and stroking he makes you want to belt him Always wearing out his mother fucking welcome And then sporty's never that cautious He sips from your forty and he always backwashes Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it Let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks it He's the dampest, there's no one damper Huh huh.... he's the mother fuckin cramper