I got a room down in Hollywood    Rent was cheap    It was this rooming house    There was an old man who lived in the room next to me    We shared a bathroom in the hall    Stare at me through a crack in the door    Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar    Started bangin' on the wall with a boot    Then he came out, started banging on my door    Kicked it open       Watch out son, I got a tasergun    Watch out son, I got a tasergun    He's on the loose    He's got the juice    Like a mad dog with no teeth       Spent his pension in adult bookstores    Bringin' strange young men home    He'd leave me notes in the bathroom    Accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper    Come out into the hallway    Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe    Tryin' to start a fight    He became known as the electric old man    And I still see him with his taser    Comin' at me       Watch out son, I got a tasergun    Watch out son, I got a tasergun    He's on the loose    He's got the juice    Like a pigeon with no wings