Lyrics:

I carry my microphone with me
Everywhere I go
It makes for a very good dead weight
In case of an emergency
In case I need need to break your face
In case I need you to be dead

Who do you think you are
Who do I think you are
I know who you are
And it's hard to believe
That God made you and me
With the same hands

Sit? I tell my doggie to sit
But I am not a dog
But you make the animal in
Me want to come out all over you

And it's hard to believe
That I'm still a believer