歌词
Okay, so when your pally is a doorstep
Step over him and coat
When your mommy is a French press
In a cafe called "no hope"
Your belly aches on benches
Where buses never go
Now tally up the misprints
And tell them told you so
And tell them told you so
And tell them told you so
And tell them told you so
This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to
It's all right, it's all right
It's all right, it's all right
It's all right, it's all right
It's all right, it's all right
Uh-uh-uh-um, so let me clear my throat
When you look at me like fool, shit some fucking kind of joke
A crooked man's in motion so straighten up your tone
Weekends you take the kids, see and not another stroke
Tends to make the ends fit right in between your spokes
Right in between your spokes
Right in between your spokes
Right in between your spokes
It's all right, it's all right
It's all right, it's all right
It's all right, it's all right
It's all right, it's all right
Some kind of fucking joke
So let me clear my throat
This not how it's supposed to go
This not how it's supposed to go
This not how it's supposed to go
This not how it's supposed to
Written by: Jack Dalrymple, Johnny Bonnel, Steve Bonnel