You Got A Problem Lyrics - Welcome To Poppy's - Fun Lovin Criminals

3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who has 

the fun by the kilo and the ton. Like Marv 

Albert but worse, I got the curse, got 

perverse with the nurse in the maternity 

ward. That's right, I'm nuts, ask Fisty Cuts. I 

got outpatient status at the Brooklyn Zoo. 

Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that 

runs up in the club wearin' alligator shoes. 

When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask 

Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad. Johnny 

Black got my back, baby, happy or sad. If I 

fall out of your favor, don' get mad. 

If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure 

will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty 

dollar bill. 

My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel, 

I'm idle. Secretly stalking the title, stealin' 

scenes by ways and means. And thats why 

marines got M-16's I think I love her, but 

she's affected, bullshit detected. Wonder 

why she got neglected, I legged it, turned up 

here, I'll have a beer and a joke about that 

Guenevere. Lord I been knowin' there'd be 

days like these, but please don't hit me with 

the quick release, and don't rat me out to 

Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the 

world and the seven seas. 

If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure 

will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty 

dollar bill. My mamma always told me 

never drink on pills, roll down the window 

'cause I'm feelin' kinda ill.