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