I ain't got no inclination to give away my sweet sensation   Sleeping in an old toolshed, scumbag cryin' on his pillow   When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head   Hey hey hey fuckin' with my head 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 fuckin' with my head 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 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...