Met a girl, introduced myself

And I asked her go to with me and no one else

And she said "I'd really like to see you everyday

But I'm afraid of what my friends might say

What my friends might say

Oh, you need a bath, and your clothes are wrong

You're not my type; I can tell we wouldn't get along."

And I just laughed — what else could I do?

Just then her friend chimed in, singin' "Get a clue.

Get a life, put it in your song." (Put it in your song)



There's something I've been meaning to say to you

(I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue)

There's something I've been meaning to say to you

(I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue)



And I've rehearsed a little speech

I haven't practiced what I preach

But she was easily impressed

And I was bad, I was weak

And my conscience sprung a leak

And now it's time that I confessed



I'd like to move out of this place

Change my name, maybe get a new face

I know a guy lives in Los Angeles

Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous

Sleep all day, stay up all night



There's something I've been meaning to say to you

(I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue)

There's something I've been meaning to say to you

(I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue)