I ain`t got no inclination
give away my sweet sensation
sleepin in an old toolshed
scumbag cryin` on his pillow
when you wanna be with me, then we will see
  who`s fuckin` with my head
  hey hey hey hey
  fuckin` with my head
  hey hey hey hey
found myself in New Orleans
  with a scarecrow in my jeans
  beat my forehead through the ceilin`
  drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah
when you want to be with me, then we will see
  who`s fuckin` with my head
  no no no no
  fuckin` with my head
  hey hey hey hey
devil`s got your pantyhose on his head
  oh yeah, and he`s robbin` me but all I got is cornbread
  well, you turn my body into a crutch
  and now I`m limpin` all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah
  Oooh...
  Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots
  runnin` wild on the bayou
  now talkin` on a walkie-talkie
  credit card glued to my hand...feels good
when you wanna be with me, then we will see
  who`s fuckin` with my head
  hey hey hey hey
  no 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
  no no no no