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...