How Good It Can Be

With the cops on your lips It's a holy routine If you'd stop all your trips You could see what I mean I forgot not to slip 'Bout you're under 18 You had it in your hands, Had it in your hands You had it in your hands, Had it in your hands Your hands... Oh, oh, ohh Leave it up to me Oh, oh, ohh It's a known disease Oh, oh, ohh Keep it in your fleece Don't worry about the custom police, don't I'll tell you just how good it can be, This lazy summer But you got no relief From the pain in your head And it's hollow and greased And it says that you're dead But you make fun and tease And the things that you said They always stab your back, Always stab your back... They always stab your back, Always stab your back Your back... Oh, oh, ohh Leave it up to me Oh, oh, ohh It's a known disease Oh, oh, ohh Keep it in your fleece Don't worry about the custom police, don't I'll tell you just how good it can be, This lazy summer They always stab your back, Always stab your back... They always stab your back, Always stab your back Your back... Oh, oh, ohh Leave it up to me Oh, oh, ohh It's a known disease Oh, oh, ohh Keep it in your fleece Don't worry about the custom police, don't I'll tell you just how good it can be, This lazy summer Oh, oh, ohh Leave it up to me Oh, oh, ohh It's a known disease Oh, oh, ohh Keep it in your fleece Don't worry about the custom police, don't I'll tell you just how good it can be, And I've been holding out for love Ever since I had a heart...