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