Rude, Crude Mood

Five o'clock shadow

Blood shot eyes

My best friends tell me I’m a nasty guy

I’ve got bad habits, I can’t deny

I’m underpaid and dissatisfied

I’m not your run-of-the-mill

No, not your typical boy

Don’t wind me up or you will be annoyed

I’m in a rude, crude mood

Get out of my way

I’m in a rude, crude mood

Having a real bad day

What can I say?

Won't take what I’m given, I’m making a fuss

Give me anymore and baby I’m gonna bust

What's my problem, please don't ask

It don’t take much for me to kick some ass

I’m not the king of the hill

No, just a demons toy

Don’t wind me up or you might be destroyed

I’m in a rude, crude mood

Get out of my way

I’m in a rude, crude mood

Having a real bad day

I’m in a rude, crude mood

Get out of my way

(I'm coming to get ya)

Coming out for you

Rude, crude mood

Get out of my way

I’ve gotta rude, crude mood

Having a real bad day

I’m in a rude, crude mood

Get out, get out, get out of my way

Rude, crude mood

Rude, crude mood

Rude, crude mood