I just bought a gun and I'm one sick puppy I'm always having fun 'cause I'm one sick puppy And every barracuda gets started as a guppy Needing words of wisdom when you're one sick puppy But I can still turn it on Launching ICBMs off my lawn Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah Karma is a big, mean, animal looking for its next meal In your bedroom while I'm on top of you Demonstrating the latest positions A baby is born and I'm one sick puppy A helmet is worn and I'm one sick puppy And every impressario starts as a yuppy They're looking to control me 'cause I'm one sick puppy But I never saw the lights change Every face can be re-arranged Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah Jesus was a guy who said some stuff long ago And he had a rich dad who wouldn't chill or let him go Over to see what Mary is doing tonight This is the sound of my sound breaking down This is the sound of my sound breaking down No chance in hell of turning it around My sound...is going down I'm just around the corner and I'm one sick puppy I'm done with law and order 'cause I'm one sick puppy And if you want to see me all you do is say "suppy" I got into rock and roll 'cause I'm one sick puppy Come over a little closer Be my Kenny Rogers' Roaster Baby, baby, it's a nightmare I don't have much to offer you, but wait a minute what's this? A free membership to the sisterhood of things that taste good When cooked in their natural juices