fuckin with my head lyrics – beck

i ain’t got no inclination
give away my sweet sensation
sleepin in an old toolshed
sc*mbag cryin’ 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
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*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 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*ckin’ with my head
hey hey hey hey
no no no no
f*ckin’ with my head
make me feel like an *sshole
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

/ beck lyrics