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 ****in' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
****in' 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 ****in' with my head
No, no, no, no
****in' 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 ****in' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
No, no, no, no
****in' 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