Ugliness
Iggy Pop · Beat 'em Up [2001]
Ugly
Ahhhhhhhooooooooooooo
Uglyyyy!
C'mon! Yeah! hey! all right
You got an ugly ass guy,
He got a problem with his dick.
You got a song with no soul,
Fucking don't mean a thing.
He got an ugly bouzy house,
He got a girlfriend on T.V,
That girl's something,
He can't sing for shit.
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all make me nervous.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
You got a dog face chic,
With basketball tit's.
Porno sucks,
That's the truth of it.
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,
In a wrestling uniform,
Trying to fake they're playing music,
They ought to be killed.
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
Ugliness
They got the chics, The money cars and all,
but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.
They got the chics, The money cars and all,
but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.
They got a fungus on their dick,
They got bald heads and tupe's,
They're in total control,
Total fucking control,
They're even parked in my space.
You got a song with no soul,
No truth no love.
Because the music sucks,
That's why little kids blow up.
Everybody needs a gun,
To express feelings,
That should be expressed by a real musician
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
They got the car the money house and all,
but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.
You see the cocksuckers on MTV, And they ain't even got a good CD.
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ahhhhhhhooooooooooooo
Uglyyyy!
C'mon! Yeah! hey! all right
You got an ugly ass guy,
He got a problem with his dick.
You got a song with no soul,
Fucking don't mean a thing.
He got an ugly bouzy house,
He got a girlfriend on T.V,
That girl's something,
He can't sing for shit.
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all make me nervous.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
You got a dog face chic,
With basketball tit's.
Porno sucks,
That's the truth of it.
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,
In a wrestling uniform,
Trying to fake they're playing music,
They ought to be killed.
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
Ugliness
They got the chics, The money cars and all,
but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.
They got the chics, The money cars and all,
but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.
They got a fungus on their dick,
They got bald heads and tupe's,
They're in total control,
Total fucking control,
They're even parked in my space.
You got a song with no soul,
No truth no love.
Because the music sucks,
That's why little kids blow up.
Everybody needs a gun,
To express feelings,
That should be expressed by a real musician
And I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
I'm trying to be a person,
But they all say I'm worthless.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
This is my description of an ugliness.
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
They got the car the money house and all,
but they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls.
You see the cocksuckers on MTV, And they ain't even got a good CD.
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness - Iggy Pop
From Iggy Pop's 2001 album Beat 'em Up, 'Ugliness' stands as a stark, visceral addition to his catalog of punk-infused rock. The track embodies the artist's signature raw energy, blending aggressive guitar work with a vocal delivery that cuts through the noise with unapologetic intensity. Released over two decades after his initial foray into this sonic landscape, the song reflects a continued commitment to the genre's rebellious spirit while showcasing his enduring ability to craft memorable, high-impact recordings. It serves as a potent reminder of the band's legacy, capturing the chaotic and confrontational nature of their music that has defined their career since the early days of punk rock.