Well, she was walking toward me in a tight red dress

Looking like she just won a beauty contest

I wanted so bad to make a good impression

Using all the powers of articulate expression

Then all the blood rushed out of my head

And I can't be held responsible for what I said

'Cause what I meant to say was... "I'd be honored to

reveal to you some aspects of our fair metropolis that

a lady of your obvious sophistication might find

extremely stimulating."

What slipped out was... "(blabbering) Wanna see my pet

frog?"

CHORUS: Freudian slip (a slip of the tongue)

My brain does a flip (and I come undone)

My tongue starts to trip (all over my words)

And they come out of my lips (like something you never

heard)

In my desperate attempts to be cool

I try to be hip, and I'm a blabbering fool

What I mean to say is poetic

But what comes out is just pathetic

(blabbering)

No time for regrets -- hey, what are you gonna do

'Cause the very next day I had a job interview

But then came the shocker and I don't mean maybe

The personnel director was the very same lady

I thought, here's my chance to turn it all around

I'll dazzle her by saying something profound

And what I meant to say was... "I'm quite confident

that I have the educational qualifications and the

inherent sensitivity to become an indispensible asset

to your establishment."

What slipped out was... "(blabbering) Would you sign

my arm?"

(REPEAT CHORUS TWICE)