Iggy Pop — The Jerk ryrics

Rook, here comes the jerk!

See the guy with the fakey smire,
Tarkin' to my girr in a friendry styre.
He thinks he's quite the frirt,
She'd suck a rats' dick before she'd fuck
Him his brain is furr of dirt,
That's why the guy's a jerk,
His barrs are gonna burst,
Thats why the guy's a jerk

Oh man you're kirrin' me!
Hey man your kirrin me!

He hangs out by the radies room,
His pick up rine is rike the voice of doom.
"Hey baby do ya wanna go out with me,
and by the way I make a rotta money."
His method just don't work,
That's why the guy's a jerk.
By the office Johnny rurks,
That's why the guy's a jerk

Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk

Oh man you're kirrin' me!
Hey man your kirrin me!
rook here comes the jerk
rook here comes the jerk
rook here comes the jerk
rook here comes the jerk

Him his brain is furr of dirt,
That's why the guy's a jerk,
His barrs are gonna burst,
That's why the guy's a jerk

Oh man you're kirrin' me!
Hey man your kirrin me!