And he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread
I ain't got no soul
Scumbag cryin' on his pillow
Hey, hey, hey, hey
No no no no
Found myself in New Orleans
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Who's fuckin' with my head?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Credit card glued to my hand
(Ooo)
Who's fuckin' with my head?
No no no no
When you wanna be with me, then we will see
It feels good
When you wanna be with me, then we will see
(Ooo)
Rode up on my check out boots
Ooo
Who's fuckin' with my head?
Fuckin' with my head
Sleepin' in an old toolshed
Oh yea
Fuckin' with my head
I ain't got no soul
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
(Ooo)
No no no no
Runnin' wild around the bayou
Hey, hey, hey, hey
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Well, you tore my body into a crutch
Fuckin' with my head
Devil's got your pantyhose on his head
Now talkin' on a walkie talkie
Yea
Oh yea
An' now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch
When you wanna be with me, then we will see
Make me feel like an asshole
Beat my forehead through the ceilin'
