I carry my microphone with me

Everywhere I go

It makes for a very good dead weight

In case of an emergency

In case I need to break your face

In case I need you to be dead

Who do you think you are

Who do I think you are

I know who you are

And it's hard to believe that

God made you and me

With the same hands

Sit?

I tell my doggie to sit

But I am not a dog

But you make the animal in me

Want to come out all over you

Chorus [x2]

And it's hard to believe

That I'm still a believer