Lyrics:

I ain't got no inclinationGive away my sweet sensationSleepin in an old toolshedScumbag cryin' on his pillowWhen y
ou wanna be with me, then we will seeWho's fuckin' with my headHey hey hey heyFuckin' with my headHey hey hey heyFound my
self in new orleansWith a scarecrow in my jeansBeat my forehead through the ceilin'Drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeahWhe
n you want to be with me, then we will seeWho's fuckin' with my headNo no no noFuckin' with my headHey hey hey heyDevil's
got your pantyhose on his headOh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all i got is cornbreadWell, you turn my body into a crutch
And now i'm limpin' all over when i feel your touch...oh yeahOooh...Oooh...rode up on my check-out bootsRunnin' wild on the
bayouNow talkin' on a walkie-talkieCredit card glued to my hand...feels goodWhen you wanna be with me, then we will seeWh
o's fuckin' with my headHey hey hey heyNo no no noFuckin' with my headMake me feel like an assholeI ain't got no soulI ai
n't got no soulNo no no noNo no no noNo no no noNo no no no