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I just bought a gun and I’m one sick puppy
I’m always having fun ‘cos I’m one sick puppy
And every barracuda gets started as a guppie
Needing words of wisdom when you’re one sick puppy
But I can still turn it on
Launchin’ ICBMs off my lawn
Baby, baby, maybe, 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 empresario starts as a yuppie
They’re looking to control me ‘cos I’m one sick puppy
But I never saw the lights change
Every face can be rearranged
Baby, baby, maybe, baby, yeah
Jesus was a guy who said some stuff long ago
And he had a rich dad who wouldn’t chill or let him go over
To see what Mary’s doing tonight
This is the sound of the 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 ‘cos I’m one sick puppy
An’ if you want to see me all you do is say ‘Suppy’
I got into rock and roll ‘cos I’m one sick puppy
Come over a little closer
Be my Kenny Rodgers-Roaster
Baby, baby, it’s a nightmare
I don’t have much to offer you
But wait a minute what’s that?
It’s a free membership
To the system of the things that taste good
When cooked in their natural juices