You go spooky in a bandSon, Im 30
I only went with your mother cause shes dirty
And I dont have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see, yeahI should so, I take it free, yeah
And all the bad preserves be things that feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see meYippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I dont dig what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
Come on and tell me twiceI said, Dad, youre a shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
Youre only here just out of habit
All thats mine you might as well have itYou take 10p back and then stab it
Spray it on and tag it
So, sack on me, I cant stand the needy
Get around here if youre asking youre feelingYippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I dont dig what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
And come on and tell me twiceSo, sack all the needy
I cant stand to leave it
You come around here and you put both your feet inYippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I dont hear what you gotta say
So, go on and say itYippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I dont hear what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
And come on and tell me twice
Songwriters
RYDER, PAUL ANTHONY/WHELAN, GARY KENNETH/DAY, MARK PHILIP/DAVIS, PAUL RICHARD/RYDER, SHAUN WILLIAMPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group