From the recording Evil

Lyrics

Well now I was on the corner of a callus idle smoking the breeze
While the sailors and the harlots celebrated anniversaries
I bumped into Lolly Popper, she was talking up the coffee exchange
Now for seven severed heads I get a waitress serving sloppy terrain

Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you
Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you


I muddied my galoshes drowning in the powdered soup of the day
As a dirty mouthed carnie made a fool of all the local parade
Now some educated friar's got a pirate patch across his eye
When along comes his Mrs. wearing pins that say she's saving my life

Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you
Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you
Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you
Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you

Now the stale coalition petitions that the doubters believe
So I'm wearing eye liner to conceal what I shouldn't have seen
I think we're protesting the particular methods that be
But I'm feeling liberated 'cause they painted big letters on me

Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you
Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you
Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you
Yeah (yeah) hey (hey)
I've got a problem with you

Problem with you