Got a shopping list on my arm
I've got the underwear lost in my cla**
I've got a fake a** boutonnière
I've got a Japanese smiling disease
And you don't want to f** with me
No, you don't want to f** 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 s**ing baby's breath
I've got a set of really f**ed up teeth, no, no, no
You don't want to f** with me
No, you don't want to f** with me
You don't want to f** with me
No, you don't want to f** with me
I've got a pint of orange juice
One half of which goes to my bra** monkey
The other half is going to
our beloved Pope John Paul, no, no, no, no
You don't want to f** with me
No, you don't want to f** with me
How dare you try and f** with me
No, you don't want to f** with me