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Got a room down in Hollywood
Rent was cheap
It was this rooming house
There's 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
The day I moved in I was playing my guitar
Started banging 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
Bringing strange young men home
He'd leave me notes in the bathroom
Accusing me of stealing his toilet paper
Come out into the hallway
Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe
Tried to start a fight
He became known as the electric old man
And I still see him with his taser
Coming 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

APPEARS ON:
Stereopathetic Soulmanure

YEAR RELEASED:
1994

LENGTH:
3:52

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
Gus Hudson

ENGINEERED BY:
Rusty Cusick

STUDIO:
Wire Works Studio

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Guitar, Vocals

Bobby Hecksher
Bass

Dallas Don Burnette
Drums

 
I got a room down in Hollywood
The rent was cheap
The street was good
But there was an old man who lived right next to me
He was so wretched
He hated everything
The day I moved in
I got a weird feeling
I played my guitar
He hit the ceiling

He went out into the hall and he yelled
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

He left me notes
Said all kinds of things
You little creep
You 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 bookstores
Bringing home all kind of weirdos
And blasting his TV back at me
So one day I got pissed
We got into a fight
I kicked him in the nuts
He yelled with all his might

Watch out son I got a tasergun
Watch out son I got a tasergun
You son-of-a-bitch
Finger starting to itch
He's got the taser in his hand
Mr. Handjob

APPEARS ON:
Fresh Meat + Old Slabs

LENGTH:
2:11

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen

ENGINEERED BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar






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