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