Yeah, YouSeem So CivilizedYour Mama's TryinTo Run Your LifeYour Daddy's TryinTo Pick Your WifeOh NoYeah, You Run AroundWith All That HairThey Just Don't LikeThose Rags You WearYou SayI'm Gonna Pack Up My StuffI'm Gonna Run AwayAnd Then You SayYou Drive Me Nervous, NervousAnd Then I SaidYou Drive Me Nervous, Nervous, Nervous, OhNervous, Nervous, Nervous, Nervous, Whoa-oh-ohAaahYou're Out of StateYou're Thrown in JailYou Ain't Got the BreadTo Pay the BailYour Mom and Papa Come Up and Said"Honey, Where Did We Fail?"And Then You ScreamYou Drive Me Nervous, NervousAnd Then I ScreamedYou Drive Me Nervous, Nervous, Nervous, OhNervous, Nervous, Nervous, Nervous, Whoa-oh-ohYou Drive Me Ne-ne-ne-nervousNe-ne-ne-nervousYou Drive Me NervousWhoa
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