Song Lyrics

One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like avis
I pave this, fast save this, everybody smile

And act gracious
See I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat
Franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here
I am again like c.n.n.
Delivery my friend.

Stick 'em up punk,
It's the fun lovin' criminal
It's the fun lovin' criminal

Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and
I'm more freaky than disco 2000
I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite
I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night
I never let the cops get wind of me
And I never, ever, ever say die
I never take myself too seriously
'cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly

Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal
Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal
Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal
Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal
The fun lovin' criminal
The fun lovin' criminal
The fun lovin' criminal

Means with the green, murder on your spleen
Living in a dream do you know what I mean
Goated indeed, smart like john steed
I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed
I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin'
I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the u.n.
I broke into the white house and never got caught
And I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut
I am always optimistic about human relations
I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien
We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging
If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging

Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal
Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal
Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal
Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal

Brian Andrew Leiser, Hugh Thomas Morgan, Stephen Byron Borgovini