It seems i can't explain it all
All the reasons gone and i just can't seem to shake
What i've been brought up on
And well it hard to say
And its hard to explain
That all the things i've known are feeling strange
I guess i'll always have tradition
To fall back on

Tradition seems to stick...
Tradition seems to stick...
Tradition seems to stick to you, just like krazy glue

And just what the hell
Am i supposed to do
Just going to accept someone else's point of view
And we could ramble on and on...
And we could ramble on and on..
And still not know, still not know...
And what keeps rolling through my brain
It keeps running like a non-stop freight train
Its that tradition seems to stick to you
Just like, just like, krazy, krazy glue

Tradition seems to stick...
Tradition seems to stick...
Tradition seems to stick to you, just like krazy glue