Excuse me, a doormat is good honest work...

Only the bored and the wicked rich don't know that

Excuse me, poor man, let's skip this town

Who me?

Oh man, was that out loud?

Ow...Whoa, I'm on my own here

you know, the devil may care

You make this groovy, you make me laugh

You make me woozy, a wet doormat

It wasn't like that

You nature lover, you country punk

You bowl me over, and I'm not that drunk

You're one in a million you're one in two

You're not like women, and I'm not like you

Your spell is broken but I'm still here

Youre mouth is open, guess I don't care...