Let it all out

Mr. No one is listening to

Every single word

Bring on the freak out

Bring on the stare down

And the most mindless chatter

I have ever heard

Dr. Crippen

How can we blame you?

After all

She has put you thru.

Where is the missus?

She sends you kisses?

And you might not know it boy

But she’s right here in the room.

CHORUS:

And she cried

Its Saturday night

We don’t talk

And we don’t even fight

And remember the soars?

When we would roll around on the floor

She don’t talk

And she don’t dance anymore