| Well, it's sunrise on the freeway as I get back from town | |
| Find you standin' in my boots, kicking my dog around | |
| Empty bottles on the floor | |
| Enough to build a monument | |
| Then you've got the nerve to tell me | |
| Somebody took the rent | |
| Who needs ya'? Think about it baby, who needs you? | |
| Now you can save your lip, just pack your grip | |
| And leave a trail of smoke behind you | |
| Who needs ya'? Can you tell me baby, who needs you? | |
| Who needs you? Think about it baby | |
| Well, who needs you? Can you tell me please? | |
| Last week you pulled another of your tricks | |
| You let your brother move in here with a herd of freaks | |
| They ate us out of house and home | |
| Turned this place into a sty | |
| Darlin' by tomorrow you'll be eatin' humble pie |