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   Whoa