So if I had a dime for every time I should've 

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'm too polite just like good Moses

But just like good manners we've had enough of them



CHORUS:

Yeah yeah oh yeah yeah oh yeah 

And now we're moving a little bit slow

Yeah oh yeah yeah oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah  



Another round for my friends I'll get paid back later

When evening turns midnight I'll be just getting warm

I know you're hot and you're bothered now your skin's going crazy

It's one hundred degrees and you've got a sweater on

So I'd like to come off the side of the kitchen

So when this party's ending I'll be taking your number home



CHORUS:

Yeah yeah oh yeah yeah oh yeah 

And now we're moving a little bit slow

Yeah oh yeah yeah oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah  

Yeah yeah oh yeah yeah oh yeah 

Yeah yeah oh yeah yeah oh yeah 

Now were moving a little bit slow

I like books better than

Movies and present tense

And I can keep up with them

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 



Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar