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 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
