What could I have done to make you pull your gun
I say what could it be to make you shake your fist at me
Was it so tragic that I was going slow in traffic
Got you blowing your horn
Giving me the finger
Wishing I was no born
Got a corncob up your booty and your acting real snooty
You never smile at anyone
Man, you never look like your having much fun
What in your life causes you such strife?
Maybe you should sing along to my happy-go-lucky song
Acting like the world is yours
Giving dirty looks and kicking down doors
Got some shoes on my feet
Lace them up and hit the streets
If you pass me by, extend your hand and we'll give it a try
You and I are going to like here until we die
We got to get along
Get up and sing my song
I got two hearts a lung and a brain
Got the same kinda blood flowing through our veins
Like Lenny says, we got to love and rub a dub
We got to dance and be in love