8 O'clock Monday night and I'm waiting To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring She wears a
Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go Everybody's gonna get down Let's go Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go Everybody's gonna get
Look for the bare necessities The simple bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife I mean the bare necessities Old Mother Nature's recipes
Woohoohoo woohoohoo Debbie just hit the wall She never had it all One prozak a day Husbands' a CPA Her dreams went out the door When she turned
can't help but think of how things could be And I hope she's happy, happy with out me And all the things that she gave up for me I took for granted time
just wish, the F-ing bell would ring Let's get ready for verse number 2 The message on the cell says she's waiting on the call for me To tell her that
broken bands in every major town An' I've got your back, you've got mine Like Johnny Cash said, "I walk the line" And you can always count on me for
You, you called me out You said you're done with me But I can't seem to remember anything at 3 a.m. Am I that guy, the one that's happy hangin' with my
goes out to my big brother For putting up with me following you around And for making me smile when things at home weren't great And for not getting
She packed her shit and she left for the city On the 8:10 train and I still can't believe it Man, I don't even know how we could let this happen She
Who almost went on to be Miss Texas But lost to a girl who sews her own dresses I almost went out and moved to L.A. Where I was almost famous for almost
Maybe I'll get through it Not much to lean on, I'll get through it You know I do it to myself anyway She's got my calls blocked and she's through with
Don?t wanna do it to your best friend either I don?t want you messin' around and givin' me a blister And leave me illin' for the penicillin When you
but I think that we can make it We'll go on and on and on and on Love songs suck and fairy tales aren't true And happy ending Hollywood is not for me
Its not the end of the world In fact its not even the end of the summer But thank God the TV is on 'Cuz there's no way we could know Anything that is
me look as good When you fit me like you do This is the verse about the parachute pants That I learned to break dance in and thought I was good So much for
Alright, this is sad, sad, situation One, two Three Hitched a ride, I was so messed up But I sure was glad to meet ya You took my heart like they towed
Woke up today in a van Traded my pillow for a miller lite can And in two more days, I lose the guitar That I hawked Slurped down a beer then one more
