F****n With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)

I ain't got no inclination

Give away my sweet sensation

Sleeping in an old tool shed

Scumbag crying 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 ceiling

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 your pantyhose on his 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 jack-eyed boots

Running wild on the bayou

Now I'm talking 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!