Got a shopping list on my arm
I've got the underwear lost in my class
I've got a fake a*s boutonnière
I've got a japanese smiling disease
And you don't want to f**k with me
No you don't want to f**k with me
I've got an angel dying on my shoulder
I've got the devil dancing in my heart
I've got a kitten sucking baby's breath
I've got a set of really f**ked up tapes no no no
You don't want to f**k with me
No you don't want to f**k with me
You don't want to f**k with me
No you don't want to f**k with me
I've got a pint of orange juice
One half of which goes to my brass monkey
The other half is going to
Our malevolent pope john paul
No no no no
You don't want to f**k with me
No you don't want to f**k with me
How dare you try to f**k with me
No you don't want to f**k with me
