Lyrics:

One, two, three and I come with the redneck style because you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious and here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me I never say die I never take myself too seriously Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor. . .I always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you think I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut We're always optimistic about human relations We've got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal