Lady Gaga New Song: 'Stuck on Fuckin' You' (Track, Lyrics)

'Stuck on Fuckin' You': Lady Gaga Releases New B-Side

Happy Holidays from Lady Gaga. Mother Monster released a new B-side, catchily titled "Stuck on Fuckin' You".

Lady Gaga writes, "So to give you a little background to the creation of this song. I wrote it in Minnesota after the Monster Ball on the tour bus. We recorded it in one shot. Fernando on guitar, Paul on Drum Machine. I wrote, sang it, and freestyled the last minute + a half of the song."

You can listen to the song below, as well as check out the lyrics. F-bomb alert, if you haven't already guessed.

Lady Gaga - Stuck On Fuckin' You by stuckonfuckinyou

"Stuck on Fuckin' You" Lyrics

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Got no plans, got no clothes,
Got no piano, ain’t 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’ve 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 fuckin’ you...
Stuck on fuckin’ 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 shades, cymbal clock,
Gonna spend my time rocking on top.
Yea, 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 fuckin’ you...
Stuck on fuckin’ 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,
We’re outta here, no TV shows.
But we got mice in the kitchens.
No, we don’t care cause we’re in love.

Get in the shower, I'll meet you there.
I bought you some hippie shit from the deli downstairs,
Oh yeah,  I Love it when my man smells so good.

Don’t forget me baby,
Don’t forget me when I leave and go on tour,
Cause I know your life will be a snore,
You’d be stuck on fuckin’ this hooker whore.
This hooker, hoo hoo.

Got no nothing, you’re in the next room.
You fell asleep on my tour bed.
While me and Fernando and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music,
But I missed you.

The fridge is broken, 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.