Man it's a sick one...
Like 7 inches from a loaded gun...
I hear you screaming in the trunk...
I'll tell everyone...
You seem so rude...

My Monalisa...
My sexy baby 'n Puerto-Rica.
You're my reason to my reasons...
Just get in my car... (Now)

It's just that...
This wife ain't good enough I could give
1 kick to make her leave
I would kick her butt.
To better suit my mood...
Cause she... so rude...

It's, just like emotions
When you ain't cool
You got the sort 'a crap
That messes up my mood...
You got that sort a' rubbish
That just aint coo-hool

Don't ever laugh
If it's real!
I'll get messed up about it...

I'll tell you one thing
If I don't leave you in cry'n shame
And you'll be begging for someone...
To call out your name...
Calling you out

While I'm at the party (ohh)
I hear your voice on the radio...
You keep turning to the world...
You're so goddamn rude
Letting me down... down... down

It's just that...
This wife ain't good enough I could give
1 kick to make her leave
I would kick her butt.
To better suit my mood... Cause she... so rude...

It's, just like emotions
When you ain't cool
You got the sort 'a crap
That messes up my mood...
You got that sort a' rubbish
That just aint coo-hool

Don't ever Laugh
If it's real!
I'll get messed up about it...

(Guitar solo)

It's, just like emotions
When you ain't cool
You got the sort 'a crap
That messes up my mood...
You got that sort a' rubbish
That just aint coo-hool

Don't ever Laugh
If it's real!
I'll get messed up about it...

I'll get messed up about it...
I'll get messed up about it...
I'll get messed up about it...

Don't ever Laugh
If it's real!
I'll get messed up about it...
I'll get messed up about it
(No, no, no)
I'll get messed up about it
I'll get messed up about it...
I'll get messed up about it...