Who let you get on my train Who let you pick up the mic Who let the dogs out Who's gonna clean up your mess Fuck you, you fucking fuck You ain't got nothing but bad, bad luck Bad luck you've got in my ring You dance like you've got An unenviable case of ring sting Who let you eat in my face I ain't gonna clean up your mess Who told you you could get on this stage All dressed up like you're in some kind of rage All dressed up like you're from some other age Bet you thought you'd get away, didja Bet you thought you'd hide frome me, didja