Family Man

• Nitzer Ebb
• Ebbhead

He’s a family man, his wife laments

Never broken any of the ten commandments

Either pushing rock, selling for cock

Or rubbing out, rubbing out, rubbing them out

Seeing ass fly by

In a drive by

Fly by night

He’ll give you a fright

Taking out your cash

He’ll stuff it in his stash

Leaving by the back door

Settling up your old score

He knows it all so well

From a spell in the cell

Now can’t you tell

This is hell but just think of the cash

And the friends you can smash

If they’re crossing your path

You’ll get the last laugh

As you’re driving away

Yes it’s been a good day

To die as you try

To get by

Buy to get high

And he’ll lend so that you spend

Your life will depend

On your money made friend

Your friend ’til the end

He knows no wrong from right

Best keep out of his sight

Yeah, and you know his girls love him too

Even when you’re dropping your goo

And you think well, if the judge only knew

But then, do you really think that he hasn’t been there too

With his leather strap clap trap

And a dolly bird sitting on his lap

Her fingertips trips across him like on a road map

Leading down to his old chap

(Ha-ha)

Family man

Family man

Family man

Family man

He’s a family man