I been feelin’ nasty, I even beat up my dog
I been feelin’ nasty, I even beat up my dog
And if things don’t better
Gonna chuck it all in a hollow log
My clothes are funky, I haven’t got a pair of shoes
My clothes are funky, I haven’t got a pair of shoes
I got the mean, low-down
No-account, dirty, funky-ass polecat blues
Well the man said, Baby, come and have a drink with me
Well the man said, Baby, come and have a drink with me
So I pulled out my pistol
I took a swig and shot him right through the knee (I was aimin’ high but I missed)
Oh, California, that’s where I long to be
Oh, California, that’s where I long to be
With the Sun in my pocket, smokin’ weed, stay in bed and watch TV
Oh, Lordy, Lordy, you know I paid my dues
Oh, Lordy, Lordy, you know I paid my dues
I got the mean, low-down
No-account, dirty, funky-ass polecat blues
I got the mean, low-down
No-account, dirty, funky-ass polecat blues
