Roommate Lyrics

By Tara Tinsley
© 2007

I've been living with my roommate for about 30 days
All he does is sit on my couch and eats my frito lays
He does things to make me mad and then he lies to me
The lights are all on when he leaves but he don't pay the PG&E

I'm getting sick of this
I'm getting sick

Get the hell out
Get the hell out you dirty thing
Get the hell out of my fridgerator

I've been suffering with my roommate for about 30 days
I told him to leave my house, I felt bad and told him to stay
At the door is his girlfriend with her ass hanging out
I'm too polite but I want to tell her
To keep that out of my house

I'm getting sick of this
I'm getting sick

Get the hell out
Get the hell out you dirty thing
Get the hell out of my fridgerator

Smelly bathrooms, dirty dishes
Cat fights, fist fights
Hiding all my mail
Someone left the bread open
And it got stale

Get the hell out
Get the hell out you dirty thing
Get the hell out of my fridgerator