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 f**in' with my head
hey hey hey hey
f**in' 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 f**in' with my head
no no no no
f**in' 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 f**in' with my head
hey hey hey hey
no no no no
f**in' with my head
make me feel like an a**hole
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