Well, you could kiss my ass goodbye And you could sit and watch me cry It don't make no difference to me 'Cause I call you slime, I call you scum If this is your idea of fun Are you fakin' misery, fakin' pain And then you walk away from blame? So get under my skin or on my nerves Then you'll get what you deserve 'Cause I'm sick of the flappin' lips and the waggin' tongues And the ears that ventures Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Tell me something I don't already know I'm sick of the flappin' lips and the waggin' tongues And the ears that ventures Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Tell me something I don't already know ♪ Yeah, you could kiss my ass goodbye And you could sit and watch me cry It don't make no difference to me 'Cause I can take a joke and I can get a hint And now it's gone before it went Are you fakin' misery, fakin' pain? It's a little publicity game ♪ Tell me 'Cause your little joke Was a tragedy And you can teeter on the punch line next to me Teeter, oh, teeter ♪ Well, you could kiss my ass goodbye And you could sit and watch me cry It don't make no difference to me 'Cause I can take a joke and I can get a hint And now it's gone before it went Yeah, you're fakin' misery and fakin' pain And then you walk away from blame So get under my skin or on my nerves Soon you'll get what you deserve