Godzilla
She says I'm a beast
They ought to kill me
And put me out of her misery
And I'm jerking her around
Like a yo-yo
Like Godzilla walking over Tokyo
Pulling people out of windows and cars
Eating them whole without thinking twice first
Well, that's me I guess
But why don't you give it a rest?
She says a lot of things
I'm not surprised
Significant others are inclined to improvise
For example, I'm a closet Don Juan
Because I chew on my ice
And suck on my gums
And I make eyes at all of her friends
That irresistible pack of loose ends
I'm already guilty, so I guess I'll confess
If you would just give it a rest
She says I'm a misogynist
A selfish elfish hedonist
But that's just a misinterpretation
I slip on my tongue
And I get a gross exaggeration
I never said Thelma and Louise wasn't gender-bending
Tell me Jesus was a woman, I won't contest
You're just incapable of feeling
So you might as well give yourself a rest
I like women, but liquor is quicker
I get down in the mouth
And put my mind in the gutter
And I can feel bottomless in a topless bar
Because where women are degraded I can't be far
Yes, that fits me like a black eye
I'm the biggest mistake you'll ever deny
I'm a jerk, a pissant, and a scurvy insect
But at least I loved you
So why won't you give it a rest?