I ain't got no inclination   Give away my sweet sensation   Sleepin' in an old tool shed   Scumbag 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   Feed 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 fuckin' with my head   No, no, no, no   Fuckin' with my head   Hey, hey, hey, hey      Devil's got pantyhose on his head   Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got's cornbread   Well, you turn my body into a crutch   And now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch, oh yeah      Float out on my checkout boot   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 fuckin' with my head   Hey, hey, hey, hey   No, no, no, no   Fuckin' 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