I got a room down in Hollywood   the rent was cheap,    the street was cool   but there was an old man   who lived right next to me   he was so wretched   he ate up everything   the day I moved in    I got weird feelings   I played my guitar   he hit the ceiling   he ran out into the hall and he yelled    "Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!   watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"   he's on the loose   he's got the juice   like a mad dog with no teeth      he left me notes   said all kinds of things   "you little creepy slob,   why don't you get a job?   why don't you cut your hair?   why don't you get out of here?   why don't you move away?   why don't you just get lost?"   he spent his days   down in adult book stores   bringing home all kinda weirdos   and blasting his TV back at me   so one day I get pissed   we got into a fight   I kicked him in the nuts   he yelled with all his might   "Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!   watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"   you son of a bitch   I think it's startin to itch   he's got the taser gun   (spoken: Mr. Handjob)