I carry my microphone with me
Everywhere I go
It makes for a very good dead weight
In case of an emergency
In case I need to break your face
In case I need you to be dead
Who do you think you are
Who do I think you are
I know who you are
And it's hard to believe that God made you and me with the same hands
Sit?
I tell my doggie to sit
But I am not a dog
But you make the animal in me
Want to come out all over you
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And it's hard to believe that I'm still a believer