Well, you're outside looking in, poking your finger at me
And you know that's a really good way to lose that thing
But I'm not gonna bite this time
'Cause I know that you think you're right
But the facts of the case indicate that you're outta line

You're a chronic pest, you don't know what you're talking about
But you cause such a horrible stink when you open your mouth
And you couldn't be any more wrong
And you're not gonna last too long
If you don't wise up, 'cause you're just about to get the gong

Oh wha-ah oh
Oh wha-ah oh
Get off my back
Oh wha-ah oh

(One two three four!)

Well, you're outside looking in, planning on picking a fight
But the sign on your neck says, "No feeding the parasite"
So I guess that it's fine with me
I'll tick a lock and toss away the key
But don't call me up when your cat gets stuck in a tree

Oh wha-ah oh
Oh wha-ah oh
Get off my back
Oh wha-ah oh
Get off my back
Oh wha-ah oh
Get off my back
Oh wha-ah oh
Oh wha-ah oh
Oh wha-ah oh
Get off my back
Oh wha-ah oh
Get off my back
Oh wha-ah oh
Get off my back
Oh wha-ah oh