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 playing' my guitar Started banging' on the wall with a boot Then he came out, started banging on my door Kicked it open Watch out son, I got a Taser gun Watch out son, I got a Taser gun He's on the loose He's got the juice Like a mad dog with no teeth Spent his pension in adult bookstores Bringing strange young men home He'd leave me notes in the bathroom Accusing' me of stealing' his toilet paper Come out into the hallway Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe Trying' to start a fight He became known as the electric old man And I still see him with his Taser Coming' at me Watch out son, I got a Taser gun Watch out son, I got a Taser gun He's on the loose He's got the juice Like a pigeon with no wings
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