Beck f..ckin With My Head
I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleepin' in an old toolshed Scumbag cryin' on his pillow Oooh... When you wanna be with me then we will see Who's f..ckin' with my head Hey hey hey hey f..ckin' with my head Hey hey hey hey Found myself in New Orleans With a scarecrow in my jeans Feed my forehead through the ceilin' Drank my coffee with a hubcap Yeah Oooh... When you want to be with me then we will see Who's f..ckin' with my head No no no no f..ckin' with my head Hey hey hey hey Devil's got pantyhose on his head Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got's 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... Float out on my checkout boot ?? Runnin' wild on the bayou Now talkin' on a walkie-talkie Credit card glued to my hand Feels good Oooh... When you wanna be with me then we will see Who's f..ckin' with my head Hey hey hey hey No no no no f..ckin' 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
