Lyrics

[Verse 1] You're ranting 'bout albums by the Masturbating Croutons And Vinnie Viagra and the Limp Prick Krue You tell me the Snailfuckers were your greatest influence But Timmy Tampon and the Stringalongs sure meant a lot to you You're dropping names with Dennis Miller smugness And with Rob Scheffield pretentiousness you analyze And though you're cool on the outside, you're giggling internally Cuz though I'm nodding you can see confusion in my eyes [Pre-Chorus] Congratulations fuckface You're the indie rock obscurity king So here's your fucking trophy Go stick it in thе hole that makes your colon sing [Chorus] Put on my strap-on brain to think at your levеl But it makes me feel dirty, makes me feel dirty Strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel so fucking dirty now [Verse 2] You've worked in the same cubicle for almost 20 years You've got two kids, a mortgage, and an SUV Climbed the corporate ladder 'til you got some underlings And bless my lucky fucking stars, one of 'em's me You say they should mandate uniforms in public school Cuz how can your kid learn when his friend's dressed like a slob? Opinions are like assholes and yours could use some lightning But I've gotta nod and smile just to keep my job [Pre-Chorus] Have you always been so boring? Did you have a soul, and where did it go? Was it your childhood ambition To bitch about your golf game and your stock portfolio? [Chorus] Put on my strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel dirty, makes me feel dirty Strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel so fucking dirty now [Refrain] Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na [Bridge] Even the world's biggest moron Has always got his own point of view And he's just smart enough to know you can't disagree If he's got any power over you So when somebody's spouting walrus shit But you're not allowed to tell 'em Society dictates that thou shall bite thy tongue And strap a cranial dildo to your cerebellum Egh! [Verse 3] You're an ex-jock with a buzzcut, raised in West Virginia With the 12-pack in your belly slowly flowing through your veins You take me aside to tell me 'bout your high school days When cheerleaders would spread for you after every game Your breath gets worse as your drunken head bobs closer And you rant about the homos and the homies and the spics And I contemplate all my possible responses And I weigh how much each one of them will get my ass kicked [Pre-Chorus] You wasted redneck fuckwit Raised by the WWF Let me buy you a cold one So you can kill the three brain cells you've got left [Chorus] Put on my strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel dirty, makes me feel dirty Strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel so fucking dirty now [Refrain] Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na [Chorus] Put on my strap-on brain to think at your level (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) But it makes me feel dirty, makes me feel dirty (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) Strap-on brain to think at your level (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) But it makes me feel so fucking dirty (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) Strap-on brain to think at your level (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) But it makes me feel dirty, makes me feel dirty (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) Strap-on brain to think at your level (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) But it makes me feel so fucking dirty now! (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) [Outro] (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) So fucking dirty now! (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) Makes me feel so fucking dirty now! (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) So fucking dirty now! (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) So fucking dirty now! (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (Na-na-na...)