You Got A Problem - Fun Lovin' Criminals

3, 2, 1, I’m that son of a gun, but one who has the fun by the kilo and the ton

Like Marv Albert but worse, I got the curse, got perverse with the nurse in the

maternity ward

That’s right, I’m nuts, ask fisty cuts I got outpatient status at the Brooklyn

zoo

Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that runs up in the club wearin' alligator

shoes

When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad

Johnny black got my back, baby, happy or sad if I fall out of your favor,

don' get mad

If the heat don’t get me then the drugs sure will

Stirrin' scotch and soda’s with a twenty dollar bill

My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel, I’m idle

Secretly stalking the title, stealin'

Scenes by ways and means and that’s why marines got m-16's

I think I love her, but she’s affected, bullshit detected wonder why she got

neglected

I legged it, turned up here, I’ll have a beer and a joke about that Guenevere

Lord I been knowin' there’d be days like these, but please don’t hit me with

the quick release

And don’t rat me out to Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the world and the

seven seas

If the heat don’t get me then the drugs sure will

Stirrin' scotch and soda’s with a twenty dollar bill

My mamma always told me, never drink on pills

So roll down the window 'cause I’m feelin' kinda ill