Damn, I $#&@ed my aunt...
I can't believe I $#&@ed my aunt...
I $#&@ed my aunt y'all


I was thirteen, skinny little freckle-faced kid
Growin' up in the country felt like doin' a bid

But the summers were my favorite when we swam in the lake
And trips to the city, what a magical place
First baseball game, man, I'll never forget

Crackerjacks, bleacher seats and the crack of the bat
My friend Tim caught a ball, but he gave it to me
And 5 years later, I $#&@ed my aunt


Hook:


Damn, I $#&@ed my aunt.
I can't believe that I $#&@ed my aunt.
Man, I really $#&@ed my aunt.

I $#&@ed my aunt, y'all.

Rainstorms always give me the blues

Worst one in ten years on the evening news
She rode her bike over cause the streets was closed
My aunt standing there in soaking wet clothes

We opened some wine and laughed like kids
She told me funny things that her and my mom did
But then my uncle called and she had to go

And twelve years later, I $#&@ed her sister

Hook:


Damn, I $#&@ed my aunt.
I can't believe that I $#&@ed my aunt.

Man, I really $#&@ed my aunt.
I $#&@ed my aunt, y'all.


It was my eighteenth birthday, the world was still new
My parents threw me a party as parents will do
My uncle's wife gave me a punny gift

It was an ant farm; man, she was a trip
Later that night I was up in my room
I watched as the small ant community bloomed

So simple, yet so complex, I contemplated my own life
And wondered what would come next
I took out my favorite ant and crushed it with my dick

And also, I $#&@ed my aunt

Damn, I $#&@ed my ant

And I $#&@ed my aunt...
Man, we $#&@ed our aunts.
We $#&@ed our aunts, y'all.


Oh, I can't believe it
They $#&@ed their aunts

I mean, I $#&@ed my aunt, too
But you don't see me making songs about it
Although we technically didn't have sex

Just some above the clothes stuff
And some under the clothes stuff
I mean, what is sex, really?

Is it just penetration?
Or do you have to finish?
'Cause I finished.