Beck - High 5 Lyrics

I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleepin' in an old toolshed
Scumbag cryin' on his pillow

Oooh...
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
Feed my forehead through the ceilin'
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah

Oooh...
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 pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got's 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...

Float out on my checkout boot ??
Runnin' wild on the bayou
Now talkin' on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
Feels good

Oooh...
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 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