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 F***in' With My Head
Hey Hey Hey Hey
F***in' 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 F***in' With My Head
No No No No
F***in' 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 F***in' With My Head
Hey Hey Hey Hey
No No No No
F***in' 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