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...