Sometimes it gets real hard And I need some kind of output For input twice the size of my one inch mind So slap me on the hand Put it right back down my pants Kick me in the ass Well today I say sweet things But tomorrow I'll be making up excuses For my actions because it's been so long Since I've been in love That special kind of feeling Guess my best excuse I'm on the wagon again Well I got no real excuse I'm on the wagon again Hey