BooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooo!

Thought there was a ghost in the Laundry
It was my fiancée
Wearing sheets over her head, she’ll be ok
Asked me if we could go to Rome one day
Got pissed when I said it wasn’t built in a day
From the top of the bleachers with my base ball bat
We did the work of the equations, but we can’t show that

(Hey! We did the math)

Got a check in the mail, it was one that I wrote
Bounced back to me and it hit me in the throat
One of these days I’m gonna be on top
I’ll be square with the tooth fairy and no holes in my socks
(Yeah, No holes in my socks!)

I can’t stop!
Baby baby baby it’ll be ok!
I won’t stop!
We’ll go to the bay
It won’t stop
We’ll go to lobster and eat Maine
I gotta rock
I gotta rock!

When I press fast forward I can see our kids
That jar of jellybeans doesn’t have a lid
It goes by fast just hang on to your seats
Now we’re both hiding underneath the sheets
(They’re lookin for us)
I gotta rock!
(he’s gotta rock)
I gotta rock!
(He’s gotta rock!)
I’ve got to
I gotta rock!