What's it gonna take to get you out my business, man?
What's it gonna take to get you off my back?
I don't cut my hair, I wear high-heeled shoes
When I wake up in the mornin', it's true that it's 2 in the afternoon
What does that have anything to do with you?
You ride a sad pony
I'm gonna get you fired, boy
I see you go standin' there, with your nice hair and your ice glare
Lookin' like you got some wild place to be
Till I show up on the scene, I mean, hey, you know me
I'm just lookin' for a free place to pee
You say, "How 'bout I stand behind you, do some voodoo
Before the three blue doors, and ask you a few questions?"
I say, "Hey, man, what's with all that hecklin' and that pressurin'?
You know, I'm just tryin' to spread the freshness of love and peace"
You ride a sad pony
Oh!
Let me tell you about last night, I was hanging out down round, you know
That dirty ol' backwoods karaoke bar
I gotta admit I was drinkin' a little hard, yeah
But only 'cause the village clown drove off to downtown in my car
When just then, in the crowd, a big man, too damn loud
Starts a-whoopin' and a-hollerin' up at me, he said
"Would ya look at this big-city, Axl Rose wannabe
Soccer-loving brat in his faggy lil' skinny jeans"
Now I don't mean to be mean, man
Really, it ain't much my scene
But allow me, please, to say this one thing
That meathead fool was balder than a baby Mr. Clean
I think it's he who's got the bad genes
He rides a sad pony
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What's it gonna take to get you out my business, man?
What's it gonna take to get you off my back?
I don't cut my hair, I wear high-heeled shoes
When I wake up in the mornin', it's true that it's 2 in the afternoon
What does that have anything to do with you?
You ride a sad pony
I'm gonna get you fired, boy
I see you go standin' there, with your nice hair and your ice glare
Lookin' like you got some wild place to be
Till I show up on the scene, I mean, hey, you know me
I'm just lookin' for a free place to pee
You say, "How 'bout I stand behind you, do some voodoo
Before the three blue doors, and ask you a few questions?"
I say, "Hey, man, what's with all that hecklin' and that pressurin'?
You know, I'm just tryin' to spread the freshness of love and peace"
You ride a sad pony
Oh!
Let me tell you about last night, I was hanging out down round, you know
That dirty ol' backwoods karaoke bar
I gotta admit I was drinkin' a little hard, yeah
But only 'cause the village clown drove off to downtown in my car
When just then, in the crowd, a big man, too damn loud
Starts a-whoopin' and a-hollerin' up at me, he said
"Would ya look at this big-city, Axl Rose wannabe
Soccer-loving brat in his faggy lil' skinny jeans"
Now I don't mean to be mean, man
Really, it ain't much my scene
But allow me, please, to say this one thing
That meathead fool was balder than a baby Mr. Clean
I think it's he who's got the bad genes
He rides a sad pony
What's it gonna take to get you off my back?
I don't cut my hair, I wear high-heeled shoes
When I wake up in the mornin', it's true that it's 2 in the afternoon
What does that have anything to do with you?
You ride a sad pony
I'm gonna get you fired, boy
I see you go standin' there, with your nice hair and your ice glare
Lookin' like you got some wild place to be
Till I show up on the scene, I mean, hey, you know me
I'm just lookin' for a free place to pee
You say, "How 'bout I stand behind you, do some voodoo
Before the three blue doors, and ask you a few questions?"
I say, "Hey, man, what's with all that hecklin' and that pressurin'?
You know, I'm just tryin' to spread the freshness of love and peace"
You ride a sad pony
Oh!
Let me tell you about last night, I was hanging out down round, you know
That dirty ol' backwoods karaoke bar
I gotta admit I was drinkin' a little hard, yeah
But only 'cause the village clown drove off to downtown in my car
When just then, in the crowd, a big man, too damn loud
Starts a-whoopin' and a-hollerin' up at me, he said
"Would ya look at this big-city, Axl Rose wannabe
Soccer-loving brat in his faggy lil' skinny jeans"
Now I don't mean to be mean, man
Really, it ain't much my scene
But allow me, please, to say this one thing
That meathead fool was balder than a baby Mr. Clean
I think it's he who's got the bad genes
He rides a sad pony
Writer: Oliver John-Rodgers
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