Let it all out
  Mr. No one is listening to
  Every single word
  
  Bring on the freak out
  Bring on the stare down
  And the most mindless chatter
  I have ever heard
  
  Dr. Crippen
  How can we blame you?
  After all
  She has put you thru.
  Where is the missus?
  She sends you kisses?
  And you might not know it boy
  But she’s right here in the room.
  
  CHORUS
  And she cried
  Its Saturday night
  We don’t talk
  And we don’t even fight
  
  And remember the soars?
  When we would roll around on the floor
  She don’t talk
  And she don’t dance anymore