Tim Wilson - He's my Brother in Law lyrics

Well, he comes over to the house in a three day beard

Sleeps on the couch, makes the place smell weird

He's on something and it damn sure ain't the job

He scares the kids, stays on the phone

He's got a car somewhere for me to co-sign on

He's been disowned and his wife's run off with Bob

She finally told him he wasn't worth a damn

He tries to blame it all on Vietnam

But he wasn't there, he was twelve in seventy-four

And he's got a bad back and a messy divorce

He's got a workman's comp. case tied up in court

He can't move and I can sure vouch for that

CHOROUS

He's my brother-in-law

He's from Arkansas

Lord, the best man at my wedding and the worst I ever saw

He's living off of me

He's the baby of the family

My wife won't let me shoot him cause he's my brother-in-law

Everyday he smokes four packs of menthols

Makes about eight more long distance calls

Snorts alcohol

Talks like Dusty Rhodes

And he'll go through your wallet with a fine tooth comb

And eat your family out of house and home

He'll cuss out your preacher and stop up your commode

CHORUS

He's my brother-in-law

He's got nothing on the ball

The kind of man who would rob from Peter and write a bad check to Paul

He's gotten out of hand

He oughta be a congressman

He's the kinda fella that I can't stand and he's my brother-in-law

Oh, he's the generic brand and he's my brother-in-lawwwwwwwww

Thanks to jj for these lyrics