Nervous
The friskHere, now, and forever.
At the end of the day, work's done, time to play in the cobra zone
we just wanna kick back, have fun, get a little badical, a little radical
But you know, I don't think we're quite alone.
I look out the window and what to my wondering
eyes does appear? It's you.
You're freaky baby.
You're twice as freaky as Charlie's Squeaky.
Step back, Jack.
Don't panic- But I just can't seem to relax
Don't panic- I'm about to have a heart attack
You make me nervous so I just can't sleep at night
Nervous- under my pillow I keep a knife
Nervous- is that you on the telephone?
Nervous- I just want you to leave me alone
Chilling out on the sidewalk, adult cola in my hand.
You're there, I'm there, you're like a black cat crossing my path.
Maybe I'm just paranoid, but sometimes it is just black and white.