You make me wanna slam my head against the wall.
You make me do "la bomba"
You make me wanna give the Krispy Kreme a call.
You make me watch Red Sonja.

There's really something kinda strange about you, baby,
but I still just cannot seem to put my finger on it.
You make me,
You make me,
You make me.
That's what you do to me.

You make me wanna hide a pigeon in my shorts.
You make me wanna Slim Jim.
You make me wanna write a Cesium report,
Then meet an chink named Chun Chim.

Sometimes you make me want to build a model of the Pisa Tower
out of Spanish Dim Sum.
You make me,
You make me,
You make me.
That's what you do to me.
That's what you do,
what you still do,
That's what you do to me.

You make me wanna hang out in an old folks' home,
Then take my parrot to the Alps
You make me wanna eat a bowl of Honey Comb,
while watching my ol' friend, "Alf".

When I'm with you, I don't know whether I should study neurosurgery
or go to see the Pokémon movie.
You make me,
You make me,
You make me.
That's what you do to me.
That's what you do,
That's what you do.
That's what you do to me.
For eleven years to me,
You're still doin' it to me.
That's what you do to me.

You make me wanna break the laws of Muslim faith.
You make me wanna get a life.
You make me wanna see how molten bagels taste,
tryin' it with a *KSPORKNIFE!
You know there's something quite unusual about you,
but for years, I couldn't seem to put my finger on it.

You make me,
You make me,
You make me,
That's what you do to me!