Don’t mess with me; my plate is full.
Don’t mess with me; don’t need your bull.
You came in here with an attitude.
Don’t mess with me; not in the mood.

You yanked my chain and broke the leash.
You got my full attention
To raise hell about some screwy deal.
You created all this tension.

You stomped and screamed and shook your mouth,
A meaningless charade.
A cloud in you came out today
And rained on my parade.

Now I have enough to handle,
And it’s really plain to see;
I don’t need your seedy scandal
To carry on with me.

You’re blessed with words so filled with doom
Whenever you come by.
I think it’s time you hit the road;
Your time is drawing nigh.

'Cause if you don’t stop buggin’ me,
The boomerang comes 'round.
My turn’s comin’ to bend your ear,
'Til peace again is found.

Is the picture getting clear yet?
Do I need to draw it out?
Don’t mess with me; not in the mood;
It’s what I’m all about.