Got a shopping list on my arm
I've got the underwear lost in my class
I've got a fake ass boutonnière
I've got a Japanese smiling disease
And you don't want to f*ck with me
No, you don't want to f*ck 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*cked up teeth, no, no, no
You don't want to f*ck with me
No, you don't want to f*ck with me
How dare you want to f*ck with me
No, you don't want to f*ck 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 beloved Pope John Paul, no, no, no, no
You don't want to f*ck with me
No, you don't want to f*ck with me
How dare you try and f*ck with me
No, you don't want to f*ck with me