I keep getting hung up on stupid things I think I need a distraction I keep getting strung up with broken strings I think I need a distraction Coach says I'm slower than last year I hide behind guitars all the time The lucky ones are all born in September Is it too late to change my sign I keep getting hung up on stupid things I think I need a distraction I keep getting flung up on Cupid’s wings I need a piece of the action Oh, yeah Do, do, do, do, do, do, do