Stop Playing Guitar

So if I had a dime for

Every time I should've

Stopped playing guitar

And put my nose in a book

Well, then my head would be healthy

And my guitar would be dusty

And that just might save me

From a bunch of bad songs

So maybe I'm too polite

Just like good Moses

But just like good manners

We've had enough of them

Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

And now we're moving a little bit slow

Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Another round for my friends

I'll get paid back later

When evening turns midnight

I'll be just getting warm

I know you're hot and you're bothered

Now your skin's going crazy

It's one hundred degrees

And you've got a sweater on

So I'd like to come off

The side of the kitchen

So when this party's ending

I'll be taking your number home

Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

And now we're moving a little bit slow

Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

Now were moving a little bit slow

I like books better than

Movies and present tense

And I can keep up with them

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar