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