I just want a gun, and I'm one sick puppy I'm always having fun cuz I'm one sick puppy And every barracuda gets started as a guppy Heeding words of wisdom when you're one sick puppy But I can still turn it on Launching ICBMs, launching 'em long Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah Karma is a big mean animal, looking for its next meal in your bedroom while I'm on top of you... Demonstrating the latest positions A baby is born and I'm one sick puppy A helmet is worn and I'm one sick puppy And every impressario starts as a yuppy They're looking to control me 'cuz I'm one sick puppy But I never saw the lights change Every face can be re-arranged Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah Jesus was a guy who said some stuff long ago And he had a rich dad who wouldn't chill and let him go over to see what Mary was doing tonight
This is the sound, the sound breaking down This is the sound, the sound breaking down No chance in hell of turning it around My sound... is going down
I'm just around the corner and I'm one sick puppy I'm done with law and order cuz I'm one sick puppy And if you want to see me all you do is say "suppy" I got into rock and roll cuz I'm one sick puppy
Come a little closer Be my Kenny Rogers Roaster Baby, baby, it's a nightmare I don't have much to offer you, but wait a minute what's this? A free membership to the sisterhood of things that taste good when cooked in their natural juices