"Just so you know, I don't like your boss. I don't like your haircut. And I don't like your husband."

It wasn't no fun, being oh so young
And so knowing
Seemed a good idea at the time, but it wasn't mine
No it wasn't mine

We were gonna leave a mark
We ended up just leaving
Not even needing the friends we were thieving
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong

You ever hear the one?
About the poor man who died, from, lingering dread?
She was a friend of mine, she worried herself to death, she was a friend of mine
I'll tell you about it...

I was a bartender in an airport lounge
She used to hang around, it was a little embarrassing
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong!

She said: if I hear, one more love song by people I know
Have no heart, don't get me started(Don't get me started)
I hummed an old lyric, by you
You know it broke my heart
I can still hear it
I can still feel it

Weren't you the one, who told me "son, stop being so dumb, go have some fun!" (Don't get me started, don't get me wrong!)

You want to leave a mark?
Just try leaving
You don't even need all these lyrics you're stealing! (Don't get me started, don't get me wrong!)

As crude, as semantics
As cruel, as growing up
As subtle as gymnastics
As natural as throwing up!
I think, you got what you wanted
I think it was just too late
Your burning bridge, will not go out
Even at your wake!

You wanna have some fun?
Then be oh so young
And, so, knowing!
It's a good idea at the time, and we'll be fine
Trust me, we'll be fine

You let a mark, just as I was leaving
Leaving me confused to what I was feeling!
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong!

Hey, you wanna have some fun?
Don't be so dumb, and not knowing!
The damage we could do all the time
And I mean all the time!

We should get out of town!
Go to Philly, or Pittsburgh or Cleveland or even fuckin' Los Angles!
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong!
Not Los Angles
Don't get me started, don't get me!
You've got me wrong