I got a two ton wreck wrapped around my neck    A weekend bender, on bustend suspender    I've aged three years, cried a couple of tears    I told the cop i coul'nt remember    When i saw you    Where you were    Who you were with    I only wish that you both would phone    And try not to surrender    I told the judge i couldn't remember       And as you are answering all of their questions    I have just got one suggestion       Try not to stutter       I was Jo Cool for an indian summer    A camp fire wag, a long distance runner    I had the big eyes following my every move    But icouldn't let down or I'd lose    There was a snot nose kid trying to blow my cover    If they won't buy that I'll tell them another    Then two of the boys shot down my noised    The one with the van and his brother       They casually mentioned a couple of kids    An unspoken challenge, ok here       Try not to stutter       She was of to base to know the meaning of fear    With her cutt-offs swaying from here to there    The music's her maker, the giver the taker    That's what i hear    She smiled so fine, but not very friendly    With a studied wink, „Oh Baby you sned me!“       You've got a box full of trophies that's what i hear       And as you try to fashion the perfetct time    There's just one thing to keep in mind       Try not to stutter       (you can mumble, soft and low, mutter mutter so they think you know,    but there's just one thing that has got to go)       Try not to stutter