My Mountain - Philip Peter Dudley Panton & Tom Barnes

I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleepin' in an old tool shed Scumbag cryin' on his pillow When you wanna be with me then we will see Who's fuckin' with my head Hey, hey, hey, hey Fuckin' 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 When you want to be with me then we will see Who's fuckin' with my head No, no, no, no Fuckin' 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 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 When you wanna be with me then we will see Who's fuckin' with my head Hey, hey, hey, hey No, no, no, no Fuckin' 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