| Yeah, you
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| Seem so civilized
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| Your mama’s tryin
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| To run your life
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| Your daddy’s tryin
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| To pick your wife
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| Oh no
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| Yeah, you run around
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| With all that hair
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| They just don’t like
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| Those rags you wear
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| You say
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| I’m gonna pack up my stuff
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| I’m gonna run away
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| And then you say
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| You drive me nervous, nervous
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| And then I said
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| You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh
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| Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh
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| You’re out of state
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| You’re thrown in jail
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| You ain’t got the bread
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| To pay the bail
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| Your mom and papa come up and said
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| «Honey, where did we fail?»
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| And then you scream
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| You drive me nervous, nervous
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| And then I screamed
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| You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh
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| Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh
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| You drive me ne-ne-ne-nervous
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| Ne-ne-ne-nervous
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| You drive me nervous
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| Whoa |