Twenty-something hours in a day But when your car stops You wish that they'd just float right out the window I'm not asking you to stay You wish I was a little more Now I'm singing 'bout the Lord! Now my voice is filled with exultation! I'm feeling rotten and my turds is bloody I'll see the Doctor for a consultation I'm driving on "the love-sick side of the road!" A least a hundred seconds in a month But when you're tongue-tied You find yourself just styling in the mirror Little girl I got a hunch You'll wake up, you'll wonder Just where did all your babies go?