Yeah, you

Seem so civilized

Your mama's tryin

To run your life

Your daddy's tryin

To pick your wife

Oh no



Yeah, you run around

With all that hair

They just don't like

Those rags you wear

You say

I'm gonna pack up my stuff

I'm gonna run away



And then you say

You drive me nervous, nervous

And then I said

You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh



Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh

Aaah



You're out of state

You're thrown in jail

You ain't got the bread

To pay the bail

Your mom and papa come up and said

"Honey, where did we fail?"



And then you scream

You drive me nervous, nervous

And then I screamed

You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh



Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh



You drive me ne-ne-ne-nervous

Ne-ne-ne-nervous

You drive me nervous

Whoa