Don’t Mess Me ’Round (Demo) Buzzcocks

[Verse 1]
Gonna have to cut you down to size, you're running out of style, uh
Ah, man, I'll kit you out with a subterranean profile, uh
Don't you push me too far, it's gonna be bad for your health
You'll wind up just a friend to the ghost of your former self

[Chorus]
Don't mess a-me 'round, a-don't you mess a-me 'round
You're puttin' me down, don't you mess a-me 'round

[Verse 2]
Anymore out your mouth, and we'll both see red
I'll pin your bottom lip, uh, to the top of your head, uh
You've got so much walkie-talkie, now, don't you say one more thing
I'll make your insides look like a Jackson Pollock painting

[Chorus]
A-don't mess a-me 'round, a-don't mess a-me 'round
A-don't pull me down, uh, don't you mess me 'round