WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON



She woke me up late last night

She said something don't feel right

I think it would be best for me

To get this off my chest you see

Way back in eighty-two

Around the time I first met you

He didn't even mean a thing

A silly fling

And she said

I'm not attracted to those muscle-bound guys

And she said I prefer a man who's more your size

And he had a swollen wallet and a swollen head

There's more to life than being good in bed



CHORUS

Too Much Information

No I was not aware

Too Much Information

What makes you think I care

I could have made it through this day

Feeling perfectly O.K.

Having never heard a single word

That you just chose to say

Too Much Information



Now he said man it is so weird

Weird that I should see you here

'Cause I was just about to write

Now we're face to face tonight

At your audition yesterday

You just blew us all away

So much style and so much grace

And what a face

And he said

You found the humor and the sadness there

And he said you got the accent you got the hair

And he said you've got the soul and you've got the heart

And by the way

You didn't get the part



CHORUS



Ooo don't you send that information my way

I've had a blow-out on the information highway

'Cause I'm not Sigmund Freud

I'm not Carl Jung

You can keep it on your mind

But keep it off your tongue

'Cause I don't want your cross it's more that I can bear

Let it be my loss what makes you think I care

I could have made it through this day

Feeling perfectly O.K.

Having nev