Beck - F----- With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)

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 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
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 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 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 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