O Genro

My son-in-law is worthless
I can prove that
He eats and drinks at home
The scoundrel doesn't want to work
He opens the fridge
And doesn't even greet me
He calls everyone
Talking on my phone

Scoundrel! Swindler!
My son-in-law is a real con artist
Scoundrel! Swindler!
He doesn't have any shame at all
Thinks he's all that
But always in a mess
My daughter deserved something much better
When I argue with the scoundrel
My daughter even cries
I'm even doing witchcraft
For that bastard to leave

Scoundrel! Swindler!
My son-in-law is a real con artist
Scoundrel! Swindler!
He doesn't have any shame at all