Lyrics:

Pull over the car
Pull over the car
I think I see some sweet squirrel rim

Pull over the car
Pull over the car
I think I feel like King Tut again

I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna

You make me feel
Make me feel
Make me feel retarded

I can't leave it alone
I jerk off on the phone
I want you to come on over
Pretty bad idea
Pretty bad idea
Really, really bad idea

When I stood you up
I thought that you'd give up
Now I realize you're just like a dog