What do I care what you think of me What do you think you mean to me You mean nothing can't you see And I don't want to smell your stinky beave
Swear I'm gonna leave her Can't stand her Fat Beaver
You look real nice to talk to But I can't stand to look at you Stop chasing me all over the place And get your fucking F B out of my face
You may be the only chance I've got But I think I'd rather be shot
Go away from me you fucking F B