Из альбома: We Need Money for Gas on Tour
I've got more hang-ups than a bad telemarketer (whoa-oh)
but will she meet me first before she disconnects? 
and I hope and pray that she initiates (whoa-oh)
										
this conversation first because I'm scared to death. 
I couldn't be less appraochable 
if totally engulfed in flames (whoa-oh)
when we finish, pack and load the Pettit van. 
I'd just like to hear a nice remark from her (whoa-oh)
because this loneliness is wearing kinda thin. 
CHORUS:
guess I gotta guess why all the girls avoid me like poison 
is it 'cause i'm seven feet wide, or I act like I'm seven years old? 
(x2)
is there a point to wondering, 
and pondering, and over-thinking this? (whoa-oh)
or should I finsh my set, load the van and leave?
is it something like she thinks she's being a pest? (whoa-oh)
do I look dumb? is something in my teeth? (gross)
CHORUS
my biggest problem is that 
all my favorite girls are too shy to talk to me 
and I'm so nervous I could hurl. 
so I try to talk to them, 
but I keep my mouth shut 
and end up looking like a snob 
'cause I'm afraid of screwing up.