Lyrics:

I ain't got no inclination to give away my sweet sensation

Sleeping in an old toolshed, scumbag cryin' on his pillow

When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head

Hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey



Found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans

Feed my forehead through the ceiling, drank my coffee with a hubcap yeah!

When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head

No no no fuckin' with my head hey hey hey



The devil's got your pantyhose on your head

Oh yeah, and he's robbing me but all I got is cornbread

Well you turn my body into a crutch

And now I'm limping all over when I feel your touch, oh yeah



Put upon my jackeyed boots, running wild on the bayou

Now I'm talking on a walkie-talkie, credit card glued to my hand... feels good

When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head

Hey hey hey 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...