I just want a gun, and I'm one sick puppy

I'm always having fun cuz I'm one sick puppy

And every barracuda gets started as a guppy

Heeding words of wisdom when you're one sick puppy

But I can still turn it on

Launching ICBMs, launching 'em long

Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah

Karma is a big mean animal, looking for its next meal in your bedroom while I'm on top of you...

Demonstrating the latest positions

A baby is born and I'm one sick puppy

A helmet is worn and I'm one sick puppy

And every impressario starts as a yuppy

They're looking to control me 'cuz I'm one sick puppy

But I never saw the lights change

Every face can be re-arranged

Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah

Jesus was a guy who said some stuff long ago

And he had a rich dad who wouldn't chill and let him go over to see what Mary was doing tonight



This is the sound, the sound breaking down

This is the sound, the sound breaking down

No chance in hell of turning it around

My sound... is going down



I'm just around the corner and I'm one sick puppy

I'm done with law and order cuz I'm one sick puppy

And if you want to see me all you do is say "suppy"

I got into rock and roll cuz I'm one sick puppy



Come a little closer

Be my Kenny Rogers Roaster

Baby, baby, it's a nightmare

I don't have much to offer you, but wait a minute what's this?

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