Fuckin' With My Head
Beck Lyrics


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I ain't got no inclination to give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping in an old toolshed, scumbag cryin' on his pillow
When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head
Hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey

Found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceiling, drank my coffee with a hubcap yeah!
When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head
No no no fuckin' with my head hey hey hey

The devil's got your pantyhose on your head
Oh yeah, and he's robbing me but all I got is cornbread
Well you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limping all over when I feel your touch, oh yeah

Put upon my jackeyed boots, running wild on the bayou
Now I'm talking on a walkie-talkie, credit card glued to my hand... feels good
When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head
Hey hey hey no no no fuckin' with my head
Make me feel like an asshole




I ain't got no soul! I ain't got no soul!
No no no... no no no... no no no... no no no...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Beck's song "Fuckin With My Head" are open to interpretation as they appear to be surreal and absurd. The vague imagery and nonsensical phrases create a disjointed feeling that reflects the chaotic emotions described by the singer. At first glance, the lyrics appear to be about a relationship that is causing confusion and turmoil in the singer's mind. Lines like "When you want to be with me, then we will see who's fucking with my head" suggest that the singer is unsure about the intentions of their partner.


The second verse takes on a more surreal feel, as the singer describes finding themselves in New Orleans with a scarecrow in their jeans. The imagery becomes even more bizarre as the singer drinks their coffee with a hubcap. These surreal images suggest that the singer may be struggling with their mental health, which is exacerbating the confusion and turmoil in their relationship.


The final verse features more surreal imagery, as the singer talks on a walkie-talkie with a credit card glued to their hand. The chorus is repeated one last time, as the singer declares that whoever is fucking with their head is making them feel like an asshole and that they have no soul.


Overall, "Fuckin With My Head" appears to be a song about a confusing and tumultuous relationship that is causing chaos in the singer's mind. The surreal imagery suggests that the singer may be struggling with their mental health, which is only exacerbating the situation.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't got no inclination to give away my sweet sensation
I am not willing to give up my happiness easily.


Sleeping in an old toolshed, scumbag cryin' on his pillow
I am in a bad place, surrounded by negative people.


When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head
I will test your intentions before letting you get close to me.


Hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey
I am expressing my frustration with people who manipulate me.


Found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans
I am in a strange place with odd company.


Feed my forehead through the ceiling, drank my coffee with a hubcap yeah!
I am experiencing surreal situations that do not make sense.


No no no fuckin' with my head hey hey hey
I am reiterating my plea to not be manipulated by others.


The devil's got your pantyhose on your head
You are being influenced by something negative and harmful.


Oh yeah, and he's robbing me but all I got is cornbread
The negative influence is causing me harm, and I have nothing to show for it.


Well you turn my body into a crutch
You are using me to support yourself, taking advantage of me.


And now I'm limping all over when I feel your touch, oh yeah
Your touch hurts me, and I am left feeling broken.


Put upon my jackeyed boots, running wild on the bayou
I am trying to escape from my troubles, but they follow me.


Now I'm talking on a walkie-talkie, credit card glued to my hand... feels good
I am indulging in superficial pleasures to distract myself from my problems.


Make me feel like an asshole
You are treating me poorly and making me feel bad about myself.


I ain't got no soul! I ain't got no soul!
I feel empty and hurt by the negative influence around me.


No no no... no no no... no no no... no no no...
I am repeating my rejection of being manipulated and hurt.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Beck Hansen

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"Drink my coffee with a hubcap" that pretty much explains my whole life.

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