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) 



Try not to stutter