I got a two ton wreck wrapped around my neck A weekend bender, on bustend suspender I've aged three years, cried a couple of tears I told the cop i coul'nt remember When i saw you Where you were Who you were with I only wish that you both would phone And try not to surrender I told the judge i couldn't remember
And as you are answering all of their questions I have just got one suggestion
Try not to stutter
I was Jo Cool for an indian summer A camp fire wag, a long distance runner I had the big eyes following my every move But icouldn't let down or I'd lose There was a snot nose kid trying to blow my cover If they won't buy that I'll tell them another Then two of the boys shot down my noised The one with the van and his brother
They casually mentioned a couple of kids An unspoken challenge, ok here
Try not to stutter
She was of to base to know the meaning of fear With her cutt-offs swaying from here to there The music's her maker, the giver the taker That's what i hear She smiled so fine, but not very friendly With a studied wink, "Oh Baby you sned me!"
You've got a box full of trophies that's what i hear
And as you try to fashion the perfetct time There's just one thing to keep in mind
Try not to stutter
(you can mumble, soft and low, mutter mutter so they think you know, but there's just one thing that has got to go)