I got a room down in Hollywood the rent was cheap, the street was cool but there was an old man who lived right next to me he was so wretched he ate up everything the day I moved in I got weird feelings I played my guitar he hit the ceiling he ran out into the hall and he yelled "Watch out, son, I`ve got a taser gun! watch out, son, I`ve got a taser gun!" he`s on the loose he`s got the juice like a mad dog with no teeth
he left me notes said all kinds of things "you little creepy slob, why don`t you get a job? why don`t you cut your hair? why don`t you get out of here? why don`t you move away? why don`t you just get lost?" he spent his days down in adult book stores bringing home all kinda weirdos and blasting his TV back at me so one day I get pissed we got into a fight I kicked him in the nuts he yelled with all his might "Watch out, son, I`ve got a taser gun! watch out, son, I`ve got a taser gun!" you son of a bitch I think it`s startin to itch he`s got the taser gun (spoken: Mr. Handjob)
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