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"Stuck on Fuckin' You" is a song written in August of 2010 by Lady Gaga, and produced by Fernando Garibay and DJ White Shadow. It was released by Gaga on December 25, 2011 as a Christmas present for her fans. The song is currently unregistered on BMI.

Recording and Composition

The song was written on her tour bus after a Monster Ball concert in Minnesota. The vocals of the song were recorded in one take. It is an outtake from Born This Way (2011).

Lady Gaga tweeted part of the lyrics on August 31, 2010.

"I got nothing left to do, but don't give a damn, cuz were back in Minnesota baby, with a sold out show again" 3:39 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

Release

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Lady Gaga - Stuck On Fuckin' You

The song was released at 12 AM EST, December 25, 2011 on Lady Gaga's official YouTube page as a Christmas present for her fans. The following description was released with the video:

"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."


On December 25, 2011 at 3:19:59 PST, Gaga uploaded the song to a soundcloud account under the name "stuckonfuckinyou". Along with the file, she included the message above along with a single line reading "UNRELEASED SONG from Born This Way."

The artwork features a previously unseen photograph by Nick Knight from the photoshoot for Born This Way. It also includes the same custom handwritten font used on a few other singles from the album.

Performances

Tour Dates Performances

Lyrics

Studio Version

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-hoo

Got no flights outta here
Got no TV shows until next year
No, I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you-hoo

Baby you're my liquour
I'm addicted to you
So I'll just be stuck on
Stuck on fuckin' you-hoo (Woo!)
Stuck on fuckin' you-hoo

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’ve got no champagne but we’ve got drugs
No, I've got nothing to do
But to be st- oh you-hoo [laughing]

Purple sheets, cymbal clock
Gonna spend my time rocking on top
Yeah, I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you-hoo

Baby, you're my Johnnie Walker
Baby, it's true
So I'll just be stuck on,
Stuck on fuckin' you-hoo
Stuck on fuckin' you-hoo

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, stuck on you, on you

Got no plans, got no flights
Oh outta here, no TV shows
But we got mice in the kitchen
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
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 would be a snore
You'd be oh stuck on fuckin' this hooker whore
This hooker whore-oh

Got no nothing
You're in the next room
You fell asleep on my tour bus
While me, Fernando, and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music, but I miss you

Oh uh, 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

Haha, and it's a sold out show again

[Laughing] Okay, just stop it, I could go on forever

Live Version

As performed at The Born This Way Ball

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-hoo

Purple sheets, cymbal clock
Gonna spend my time rocking on top
Yeah I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you-hoo

Baby you're my liquor
I'm addicted to you
So I'll just be stuck on
Stuck on fuckin' you-hoo
Stuck on fuckin' you-hoo

Got no, nothing, you're in the next room
You fell asleep on my tour bus
While me, Justin and Paul and Fernando
Are making music, but I miss you

Oh uh

The fridge is broke and we're drinking cold champagne
But we don't care 'cause we're in (country or city)
And it's a sold out show again
it's a sold out show again

Got no plans, I have no flights
Out of here, no TV shows
But we got mice in the kitchen
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 would be a snore
You'd be oh stuck on fuckin' this hooker whore

This hooker whoo-oo

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