I keep getting hung up on stupid things
I think I need a distraction
I keep getting strung up with broken strings
I think I need a distraction

Coach says I'm slower than last year
I hide behind guitars all the time
The lucky ones are all born in September
Is it too late to change my sign

I keep getting hung up on stupid things
I think I need a distraction
I keep getting flung up on Cupid’s wings
I need a piece of the action

Oh, yeah
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do