So if I had a dime for
Every time I
should have stopped playing guitar, and
put my nose in a book
Then my head would be healthy
and my guitar would be dusty
and that just might save me
from a bunch of bad songs

So, maybe I am too polite
Just like good Moses.
Just like good manners.
We've had enough of them

Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Another round for my friends, I'll
get payback later
when evening turns midnight
I'll be just getting home
I know that you're hot and you're bothered
Now you're skin's going crazy
It's a hundred degrees, and
you've got a sweater on

So, I'd like to come out
the side of the kitchen
So that when this party's ending
I'll be taking your number home

Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Stop playing guitar...
Stop playing guitar...