Talk about things that nobody cares,
Wearin' out things nobody wears.
Call my name, but I gotta make clear,
Can't say baby where I'll be in a year.
Some sweet hog mama with a face like a gent,
Said my get up and go musta got up and went.
Well I got good news, she's a real good liar,
'Cause her backstage boogie set your pants on fire.
Sweet... emotion.
Sweet... emotion.
I pulled into town in a police car,
Your daddy said I took you just a little too far.
Well I got good news, but your girlfriend lied,
But you can't catch me 'cause the rabbit done died.
Yes it did!
Now your standin' at the front just shakin' your ass,
Take you back stage, you can drink from my glass.
We'll talk about things you can sure understand,
A month on the road and I'll be eatin' from your mutherfuckin' hand.
Sweet... emotion.
Sweet... emotion.
Sweet... emotion.