I got a room down in Hollywood Rent was cheap It was this rooming house There was 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 Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar Started bangin' 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 Bringin strange young men home He'd leave me notes in the bathroom Accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper Come out into the hallway Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe Tryin' to start a fight He became known as the electric old man And I still see him with his taser Comin' 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
