My Dad Vs. Shania Twain

My dad likes to come home late from work
 When we're all asleep
 And watch Country Music T.V.
 I know what's going on
 Shania, Shania
 I know what's going on
 Shania, Shania
 I know what's going on
 It feels so wrong
 I hope you break your neck
 Come on dad, you're making me sad
 Pull your pants up, you're busted
 Step away from the couch And put your fucking hands up You're busted
 The Kleenex box won't save you from your fucking lies now
 You're busted
 I can't believe that you're the guy who taught me to how to clean
 In the shower
 Come on dad, you can do better
 I know that you can do better
 Why don't you want to bone someone a little bit older?
 Why can't you control your giant Honky-Tonk boner?
 Admit that you don't have a little Helen Hunt fever
 And I'll leave you alone
 My dad likes to come home late from work
 When we're all asleep
 And watch Country Music T.V.
 I think I'm tellig mom
 As soon as she's done watching Remington Steel
 He's dead