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



Chorus [x2]



And it's hard to believe that I'm still a believer