I got a room down in Hollywood. the rent was cheap. the street was cool. but there was an old man. who lived right next to me. he was so wretched. he ate up everything. the day I moved in. I got weird feelings. I played my guitar. he hit the ceiling. he ran out into the hall and he yelled. "Watch out son I've got a taser gun!. watch out son I've got a taser gun!". he's on the loose. he's got the juice. like a mad dog with no teeth. he left me notes. said all kinds of things. "you little creepy slob. why don't you get a job?. why don't you cut your hair?. why don't you get out of here?. why don't you move away?. why don't you just get lost?". he spent his days. down in adult book stores. bringing home all kinda weirdos. and blasting his TV back at me. so one day I get pissed. we got into a fight. I kicked him in the nuts. he yelled with all his might. "Watch out son I've got a taser gun!. watch out son I've got a taser gun!". you son of a bitch. I think it's startin to itch. he's got the taser gun. (spoken: Mr. Handjob).