I ain't got no inclination
To give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping in an old toolshed
Scumbag crying on his pillow
When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Fucking with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceiling
Drank my coffee with a hubcap, yeah
When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head
No, no, no, no
Fucking with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
The devil's got your pantyhose on your head
Oh yeah, and he's robbing me but all I got is cornbread
Well you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limping all over when I feel your touch, oh yeah
Put upon my jackeyed boots
Running wild on the bayou
Now I'm talking on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand, feels good
When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
No, no, no, no
Fucking 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
