Lady Gaga’s ‘Stuck on F-ckin’ You’

Are you ready for Lady Gaga freestyle? Lady Gaga singing an entire song about having sex with someone? Imagining Lady Gaga riding atop some … thing? Because ready or not, here it is.

Oh, and here are the lyrics, in case you’re unable to listen to the word ‘f-ck’ at work, or if you just don’t want to get yet another one of Lady Gaga’s unoriginal poetry stuck in your head for three days at a time:

Got no plans, got no clothes
Got no piano, we got no shows
No, I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Got no flights, out of here
Got no TV shows until next year
No I got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Baby, you’re my liquor
I’m addicted to you
So I’ll just be stuck on
Stuck on f-ckin’ you
Stuck on f-ckin’ you

I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
Baby you and I,
Baby you and I could change the world
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck on you

Got all night, no cameras
We got no champagne but we got drugs
No, I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Purple sheets, symbol clock
Gonna spend my time rocking on top
Yeah, I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Baby you’re my Johnny Walker, baby it’s true
So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on f-ckin’ you
Stuck on f-ckin’ you

I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
Cause baby you and I,
Baby you and I could change the world
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck on you, On you

Got no plans, got no flights
Out of here, no TV shows
But we got mice in the kitchen
So we don’t care cause we’re in love

You’re in the shower, I meet you there
I buy you some hippie sh-t from the Deli downstairs, oh yeah
Lovin on my man’s space, so good

Don’t forget me baby
Don’t forget me when I leave and go outdoor
Cause I know your life will be a snore
You’ll be on stuck f-ckin’ this hooker wh-re
This hooker, wh-re-ooh

Got no nothing, you’re in the next room
You fell asleep on my tour bus
But me and Fernando and Paul will just spend the day of making music
But I miss you

The fridge is broke and we’re drinking warm champagne
But we don’t care ’cause we’re in Minnesota
And we’re sold out show again
And it’s a sold out show again

Alright then. Oh, and here’s the video, too, I guess. We should probably include it for those of you who actually want to hear the song, even after reading the lyrics:

What do you guys think?