Tekster: Screeching Weasel. Thank You Very Little. Veronica Hates Me.

She always has something to say to ruin an otherwise nice day
She alwayshas to start a fight
She doesn't like the way I think
She don't understand why i must drink to go out on Friday night
But I know what she's doing
I know that I'm losing
I know that she's screwing me
Veronica doesn't like the way I dress
Veronica thinks my hair is such a mess
Why the deposition?
Veronica's definition of love is hate

Veronica hates me
She thinks I oughtta get a job and quit taking
up space on her couch with my hand deep in my crotch
She don't know how to shut her mouth
I don't know what I'd do without her to drag me down
She asks me when is the wedding and I'm getting
ready to yank out the net and push