I´ve got more hang-ups than a bad telemarketer (whoa-oh)
but will she meet me first before she disconnects?
and I hope and pray that she initiates (whoa-oh)
this conversation first because I´m scared to death.

I couldn´t be less appraochable
if totally engulfed in flames (whoa-oh)
when we finish, pack and load the Pettit van.
I´d just like to hear a nice remark from her (whoa-oh)
because this loneliness is wearing kinda thin.

CHORUS:
guess I gotta guess why all the girls avoid me like poison
is it ´cause i´m seven feet wide, or I act like I´m seven years old?
{x2}

is there a point to wondering,
and pondering, and over-thinking this? (whoa-oh)
or should I finsh my set, load the van and leave?
is it something like she thinks she´s being a pest? (whoa-oh)
do I look dumb? is something in my teeth? (gross)

CHORUS

my biggest problem is that
all my favorite girls are too shy to talk to me
and I´m so nervous I could hurl.
so I try to talk to them,
but I keep my mouth shut
and end up looking like a snob
´cause I´m afraid of screwing up.