Eamon - F*ck It (I Don't Want You Back) lyrics

I got a two ton wreck wrapped around my neck

A weekend bender, on bustend suspender

I've aged three years, cried a couple of tears

I told the cop i coul'nt remember

When i saw you

Where you were

Who you were with

I only wish that you both would phone

And try not to surrender

I told the judge i couldn't remember

And as you are answering all of their questions

I have just got one suggestion

Try not to stutter

I was Jo Cool for an indian summer

A camp fire wag, a long distance runner

I had the big eyes following my every move

But icouldn't let down or I'd lose

There was a snot nose kid trying to blow my cover

If they won't buy that I'll tell them another

Then two of the boys shot down my noised

The one with the van and his brother

They casually mentioned a couple of kids

An unspoken challenge, ok here

Try not to stutter

She was of to base to know the meaning of fear

With her cutt-offs swaying from here to there

The music's her maker, the giver the taker

That's what i hear

She smiled so fine, but not very friendly

With a studied wink, „Oh Baby you sned me!“

You've got a box full of trophies that's what i hear

And as you try to fashion the perfetct time

There's just one thing to keep in mind

Try not to stutter

(you can mumble, soft and low, mutter mutter so they think you know,

but there's just one thing that has got to go)

Try not to stutter