Song parody of
Fuckin' With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)
by Beck
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I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleepin' in an old tool shed
Scumbag cryin' on his pillow
When you want to 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 want to 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
I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleepin' in an old tool shed
Scumbag cryin' on his pillow
When you want to 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 want to 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
