I try to be nice and take care of my appearances

Keep out of trouble and trifle interferences

The bachelor of science, I run my own company

Somebody call me, my number's unlisted

Some stories are straight and others come twisted

Women's intuition and young gal's luck

Every girl I know has a crush on (Rap who?)

Boys may cheat, either that or they might leave her

All I wanna do is dance, I've got Saturday night fever

So let me rearrange my sock drawers alone behind locked doors

And make scrambled eggs for breakfast and sit and read the box scores

But I'm not trying to score points with

I'd rather read the Bible than use its pages to roll joints with

I get what I want but got no one to share it with

A feeling in my chest and nothing to compare it with

The bachelor of science, I run my own company

Show me your photograph and tell me a ghost story

As long as it doesn't involve your ex-boyfriend

Stars glow in the dark 'til the first sign of daylight

I like human contact but I don't like to play fight

The desperado knows just how at peace we are

In the bed naked watching movies on the VCR

Color me see-through and tickle my favorite inch

Turn the ringer off and thank God for David Lynch

I'm gonna show girls that I love them

I'm gonna show girls that I love them

I'm gonna show girls that I love them

I'm gonna show girls that I love them

I'm gonna show girls that I love them

I'm gonna show girls that I love them

I hope to goodness that I'll always be aware and sure of myself