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,
Snorts alchohol, talks like Dusty Rhodes.
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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.