When I was a young boy
Well, they tried to tell me
That I was moving
Moving way too fast
And I knew everything
About everything
But I really didn't wanna listen
To a bunch of old folks talking trash

So I got out on the highway
Pedal to the floor
Smoking and drinking
And a whole lot more
But when they came to collect me
Out of that jail
They said, boy next time
You get no bail

You better slow down
You better slow down

Woke up one morning
Ooh, to a hunger
I moaned
And I began to twitch
Felt the need
For some loving
A little sweet somebody
To scratch my itch

Momma said, I don't mean to pry
But I'm here to advise you
Seeds like to grow
When you put 'em in fertilizer

You better slow down
Yeah, you better slow down

Doing my own thing
I'm all grown up
Yes, I am
Little bit older
But I feel like a young boy
I'm riding down the highway
In a brand new mini van
Wife and kids screaming
Oh God, I'm a family man
I'm outta mind
Losing control
I could leave tomorrow
But there ain't nowhere to go

You better slow down
You better slow down