Another Message From Ron Burgundy Song Lyrics
How's this record treating you so far?
Really? You're disappointed because it's not like the movie?
Well, what the hell did you expect? It's a record!
Jesus H. Christmas
You kids nowadays with your entitlement
You know what my dad gave me for my birthday every year?
A gun part
And then when I was eighteen, I had a full gun and he threw me out of the house and said "Now, go kill your own dinner"
That was life and we didn't gripe
We pulled ourselves up by our stones and we went to work
When we weren't drunk, of course
Look, I'm sorry
It's just a soundtrack
Like it or don't like it
I'm gonna go have a belt