What do I care what you think of me What do you think you mean to me You mean nothing, can't you see And I don't want to smell your stinky beave No Fat Beaver No Fat Beaver Swear I'm gonna leave her Can't stand her fat beaver You look real nice to talk to But I can't stand to look at you Stop chasing me all over the place And get your fucking F.B. out of my face You may be the only chance I've got But I think I'd rather be shot Get away from me, you fucking F.B.