I ain't got no information
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
When you wanna 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 yea
And he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread
Well, you tore my body into a crutch
An' now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch
Oh yea
Rode up on my check out boots
Runnin' wild around the bayou
Now talkin' on a walkie talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
It 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

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