Ode to my sweet mom

Vicious

You hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Oh, baby you're so vicious

Vicious

You want me to hit you with a stick

But all I've got's a guitar pick

Huh... baby you're so vicious!

When I watch you come I just want to run... far away!

You're not the kind of person

Around whom I want to stay

When I see you comin down the street

I step on your hands and I mangle your feet

You're not the kind of person that I wanna meet

Oh, baby, you're so vicious!

Vicious

You hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Oh, baby you're so vicious!

Vicious

Hey, why dont you swallow razor blades?

You must think I'm some kinda gay blade

But baby, you're so vicious!

When I watch you comin' I just have to run

You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun

When I see you walkin down the street

I step on your hand and I mangle your feet

You're not the kind of person that I even wanna meet

'cause you're so vicious!