Vicious, you hit me with a flower 
You do it every hour 
Oh, baby you're so vicious 
Vicious, you want me to hit you with a stick 
But all I've got is a guitar pick 
Oh baby, you're so vicious 

When I watch [bad word]  baby, I just want [bad word] far away 
You're not the kind of person around I want to stay 
When I see you walking down the street 
I step on your hands and I mangle your feet 
You're not the kind of person that I want to meet 
Baby, oh you're so vicious, you're so vicious 

Vicious, you hit me with a flower 
You do it every hour 
Oh, baby you're so vicious 
Vicious, hey why don't you swallow razor blades 
You must think that I'm some kind of [bad word] blade 
But baby, you're so vicious 

When I see [bad word] I just have [bad word] 
You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun 
When I see you walking down the street 
I step on your hand and I mangle your feet 
You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet 
'Cause you're so vicious, baby, you're so vicious 
Vicious, vicious...