Beck - f**in' With My Head lyrics

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