I ain't got no inclination
Gave away my sweet sensation
Sleepin' in an old toolshed
Some guy 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 ceiling
Drink my coffee with a hubcap, yeah
When you wanna 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
Double scotch and brandy, holds onto spirit
Oh yeah, and he is robbin' me, but all I got's cornbread
Well, you turned my body into a crutch
Now, I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch, oh yeah
Float up on my jack-eyed boots
Floating 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
Ain't got no soul
Ain't got no soul
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
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