Beck - Fuckin with My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) Lyrics

I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping in an old tool shed
Scumbag crying on his pillow

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 ceiling
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah

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 your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbing me but all I got is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limping all over when I feel your touch
Oh yeah

Put upon my jack-eyed boots
Running wild on the bayou
Now I'm talking 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*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