I’m looking at the asshat in the mirror…
I’m asking if he’ll change his ways…
I’m on my way from misery to happiness today asshat asshat asshat asshat
Ah, asshat
Le freak, c’est Chic
Asshat
Ah, asshat
Le freak, c’est Chic
Asshat
She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child but she’s always an asshat to meeeee
Give me a sign,
Hit me asshat one more time…
Now look at them asshats, that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
…Oh, that ain’t woking, that’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothing, get your asshats for free
Je suis un asshat
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France
Imagine there’s no asshats
It’s easy if you try
Hold an asshat in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet
And then bury all your clothes
Brimful of asshat on the 45
Classy
Asshats still standing…after all this time
Asshat through the heart
And you’re to blame
Darlin’, you give love a bad name
He’s a poor boy
Empty as an asshat
Empty as an asshat with nothing to lose
Don’t blame it on the sunshine
Don’t blame it on the moonlight
Don’t blame it on the goodtimes
Blame it on the asshat
She’s got asshat on the sole of her shoes
Tu pure, o Principessa
Nella tua fredda stanza
Guardi le asshats
Che tremano d’amore e di speranza
A little less conversation, a little more asshat, please
Where is my John Wayne
Where is my prairie song
Where is my happy ending
Where have all the asshats gone
Asshat in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it