My life is so boring   It's really got me snoring   and I'm wearing out the flooring in a cheap motel   But I don't have to work    And I might be sinning   But I never have to listen to the rings of school bells       Well, don't you remember?    You told me in December   That a boy is not a man until he makes a stand   Well, I'm not a genius   But maybe you'll remember this   I never said I ever wanted to be a man      I get nervous when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around      I get nervous when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around      I get nervous when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around      I get nervous when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around      Hey!      My mom is so caring   She really got me staring   At all the crazy little things she does for sure   And I can't seem to think of    Another kind of love that a boy could ever get from anyone but her       I get nervous when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around      I get nervous when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around      I get nervous when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around      I get nervous when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around   Oh, when she comes around