I know that you don't love me
I know you hate my guts
I know the nasty things you say
About me, to those [bad word] 
Well, maybe i'm a weasel
Maybe i'm a liar
Maybe i'm a skinny punk
Who couldn't change a tire

I'm laying down and i'm playing dead
I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby

I've always been this pasty
I've always been this shape
I'm just a teensy-weensy thing
Passed on by itsy-bitsy apes

I'm laying down and i'm playing dead
I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby

You know that you could train me
You know i'd sit and beg
But you think i'm just a dirty dog
That tried to hump that pretty leg

I'm laying down and i'm playing dead
I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby