The coward's corresponding with some men
The blabbermouth is singing songs again
They're blowing little smoke rings up my ass
I'll whistle Do-Re-Mi and blow 'em back

I never had a problem with 'em pissing in the wind
Or crawling out from underneath the bed I'm sleeping in
They're cooking accusations up to get their little kicks
They're gonna drive me berserk

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I never had a problem with 'em pissing in the wind
Or crawling out from underneath the bed I'm sleeping in
They're cooking accusations up to get their little kicks
They're gonna drive me berserk