[Intro: Chugging bass and simple 4/4 drums guitar chops, spoken] So sorry that your party sucked socks Sometimes the world likes to throw rocks. You gotta gotta get up off your knees Get used to it kid (Better fucking get used to it) Happy 7th birthday Jimmy (About time you got used to it) [Verse 1: Deadpan delivery] Get used to it kid, (Better fucking get used to it) It's something you did (Don't let em tell you different) Suck it up you fucking baby Because from here on out I said from here on out it’s all mortgages, Slippery Slippery Slippery salesmen and don't you ever forget what you will forever regret . [Chorus: Flat, monotone] Swamp Witches Shape shifting Princess Turning into your mother in law Man you ought to watch them crawl [Instrumental Interlude: Piercing Farfisa organ lead melody over bubbling jug drone] [Verse 2: Sarcastic, driving rhythm] Them swamp witches. (Don't mess with those bitches) Don't ever mess about! (They'll leave you in ditches) Needing all kinds of stitches [Chorus: Flat, monotone] Swamp Witches Shape shifting Princess Turning into a old cats claw Man you ought to see them climb the wall Swamp Witches Shape shifting Princess Turning into a old cats claw Man you ought to see them climb the wall [Psychedelic Instrumental Break: Frantic vintage 1967 fuzz guitar solo riffs, tambourine shake] [Chorus: Refrain] Swamp Witches Shape shifting Princess Turning into a old cats claw Man you ought to see them climb the wall [Outro: Nervous energy] Stop crying already "Jimmy boy" and eat your fucking cake. You Fucking Baby. [Sharp band crash] [Spoken: Harsh] [Extended slow fading 1967 garage rock groove loop] [Fade out] [End]
