He's My Brother In-law

Tim Wilson: He's My Brother In-law Tim sometimes does this song in Verse 1 He comes over to the house in a three day beard. Sleeps on the couch and makes the place smell weird. He's on somethin' and it damn sure ain't a job. He scares the kids and stays on the phone, He's got a car somewhere for me to co-sign on. He's been dis-owned, 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 12 in 74' And he's had 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. Chorus He's my brother in-law, He's from Arkansas. Lord the best man at my weddin' and the worst I ever saw. He's livin' 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. Verse 2 Everyday he smokes four packs of menthols, Makes about eight more long distance calls, c Snorts alchohol, talks like Dusty Rhodes. c And he'll go thru 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 2 He's your brother in-law, he's got nothin' on the ball, The kind of man who would rob from Peter and write a bad check to Paul. He's gottin' out of hand, he ought to be a congress-man, He's the kind of fellow that I can't stand and he's my brother in-law. Oh Yeah..He's the generic brand and he's my brother in-law.