Sangtekst: Iggy Pop. Beat 'Em Up. The Jerk.

Look, here comes the jerk

See, the guy with the fakey smile
Talkin' to my girl in a friendly style
He thinks, he's quite the flirt
She'd suck a rats' dick, before she'd fuck

Him, his brain is full of dirt
That's why the guy's a jerk
His balls are gonna burst
That's why the guy's a jerk

Oh, man, you're killin' me
Hey, man, you're killin' me

He hangs out by the ladies' room
His pick up line is like the voice of doom
"Hey, baby, do ya wanna go out with me?
And by the way, I make a lot of money"

His method just don't work
That's why the guy's a jerk
By the office, Johnny lurks
That's why the guy's a jerk

Jerk, jerk, jerk
Jerk, jerk, jerk
Jerk, jerk, jerk
Jerk, jerk

Oh, man, you're killin' me
Hey, man, you're killin' me

Look, here comes the jerk
Look, here comes the jerk
Look, here comes the jerk
Look, here comes the jerk

His brain is full of dirt
That's why the guy's a jerk
His balls are gonna burst
That's why the guy's a jerk

Oh, man, you're killin' me
Hey, man, you're killin' me
Oh, man, you're killin'
Hey, man, you're killin'