I ain't got no inclination

give away my sweet sensation

sleepin in an old toolshed

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

beat 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 your pantyhose on his head

oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread

well, you turn my body into a crutch

and now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah

Oooh...

Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots

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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