I just bought a gun, and I'm one sick puppy,
I'm always having fun, cause I'm one sick puppy,
And every barracuda gets started as a guppy,
Needing words of wisdom, when you're one sick puppy
But I can still turn it on,
Launching ICBMs off my lawn,
Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah,
Karma is a big mean animal,
Looking for its next meal in your bedroom,
While I'm laying 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 impresario starts as a yuppie,
They're looking to control me, cause 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 is doing tonight
This is the sound of my sound breaking down,
This is the sound of my 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, cause I'm one sick puppy,
And if you want to see me, all you do is say "Suppy?”
I got into Rock and Roll, cause I'm one sick puppy
Come over 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?
It’s a free membership to the system of the things,
That taste good, when cooked in their natural juices!
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