I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleepin' in an old tool shed
Scumbag cryin' on his pillow
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Fuckin' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceilin'
Drank my coffee with a hubcap, yeah
When you want to be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
No, no, no, no
Fuckin' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Devil's got pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got's cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch, oh yeah
Float out on my checkout boot
Runnin' wild on the bayou
Now talkin' on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand, feels good
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
No, no, no, no
Fuckin' with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
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