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