Well how do you do she said
I can't complain I'm getting plenty of head
But do you know I'm getting fed
Up with you, that's how I do
Fed up with you that's how I do

Check it out the house it's for sale
There'll be no more parties no more cakes and ale
Cause he's gone to jail
He's doing nothing good at all
And going nowhere fast then he'll fall
But his mother told him
Son, you better watch you step
And his father told him
Son, you better watch you step
And then the girls started screaming

Travel by plane
You're going faster than the fast lane
Travel by plane
You're going faster than the fast lane