So if I had a dime for every time

I should've stopped playing guitar

and put my nose in a book

Well then my head would be healthy

My guitar would be dustier

And that just might save me

From a bunch of bad songs

So maybe I am too polite

Just like good moses

Just good like manners

We've had enough of them



Yeah, yeah

oh yeah

yeah, yeah

oh yeah

Now we're moving a little bit slow

yeah,

oh yeah

yeah

oh yeah



Another round for my friends

I'll get paid back later

When evening turns midnight

I'll be just getting warm

I know you're hot and you're bothered

Now your skins going crazy

it's one hundred degrees and

you've got a sweater on

so i'd like to cut off this side of the kitchen

so when this party's over

I'll be taking your number home



Yeah, yeah

oh yeah

yeah, yeah

oh yeah

Now we're moving a little bit slow

yeah,

oh yeah

yeah

oh yeah

(repeat twice)



stop playing guitar(x8)