Hey come old Blackeye   He's looking for me again   He's got a hard head   He's always stinkin' of gin   If he thinks he owns me   He better think again   He likes to hurt me   He don't love me at all   He never phones me   He's never there when I call   He's a low down dirty dog   It's time I leave him that's all  Bye bye Blackeye    He's a low down dirty dog   I don't need him at all     (Hey watch what I'm saying man!?)    Hey where you goin' Blackeye ?   When will you win?   You still got your shoulder holster   You still packin' yo' little friend   Well one thing's for certain   You're never gonna wipe that smile off my face again    Oh yeah