Sunday Syndrome

I like folks' that tell me I don't think straight
It's a habit that I picked up as a lil' kid
I roll with people that'll tell me that I'm off base
That's my boy, my boy, my boy, he's great
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, he's great
Big Dumbo I'll be flyin' with my big ears
I still remember when you said you wish you'd disappear
Now it's Sunday when I'm walkin' thats what I fear
That's my boy, my boy, my boy, he's great
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, he's great
Got a 20 good-to-go for a good time
Know this place like a mother knows her babe
Got a 20 good-to-go for a good time

You wouldn't mind if I pulled off of the interstate (No way)
What's a couple always late to hit up Charlie and Samantha (Nothing)
We can keep a secret
Honey, we can keep a secret
Honey, we can keep a secret
Honey, we can keep a secret
Honey
I never said I was a good man
I never said I was a good man
I never said I was a good man
I never said
I was a good man