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...