Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Like You, artist - The Muffs. Album song Hamburger, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 13.02.2012
Record label: Sympathy For The Record Industry
Song language: English
I Don't Like You |
| Any kind of muscleman or freak of nature ape |
| Or hairy, bad breath, smelly body, covered up in brut |
| He likes his beef and protein smothered in Tabasco |
| And he beats his wife at lunch and I say |
| I don’t like you |
| I don’t like you |
| Flashy, glitter metalboy with poodlehead attire |
| Wearing spandex shirts with the rips in the right place |
| Worshipping the wannabes who pay to play the Whisky |
| And their full page ad in Bam and I say |
| I don’t like you |
| I don’t like you |
| Alright! |
| Mr. three martini lunch about to make a deal |
| He’s got his briefcase, suitcase all packed for Rome |
| He’s got a wife in limbo, kids in Chicago |
| And no time left for home and I say |
| I don’t like you |
| I don’t like you |
| I don’t like you |
| I don’t like you |
| Alright! |
| Alright, alright |