F***in' With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) - Beck

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