Rattling telecom speakers
Screaming your name in the bleachers
And it sounds something like hey ya
Like hey ya
I'm burning my tongue when I hear it
But I got rid of your ass in the winter
Na na, hey ya
Like hey ya
We don't change, no
We don't take the blame, no
We don't change, no
So I'll see you later
On and on and on, I'm guessing
Pushing it off just keeps me stressing
So on and on and on, I'm saying
Not right now, but maybe down the line
And if it don't get better
Pushing it down is too much pressure
So on and on and on, I'm saying
Not right now, but maybe down the line
Maybe down the line
Maybe down the line
Down the line, the line, the line, the line
Boys will be boys
They play and they barter
And make a lot of noise
Of thinking about their mothers
You stop and go
Telling me to go home
Wait an hour more
Showing up at my door
You're a paraphone
You ain't it, but you called
And you're so self-involved it makes no difference at all
And girls will be girls
We play and we barter
And we wanna rule your world
And we wanna be your mother
I stop and go
Telling you to go home
Wait an hour more
Showing up at your door
I'm a paraphone
I ain't it, but you called
And we're so self-involved it makes no difference and
We don't change, no
We don't take the blame, no
'Cause we don't change, no
'Cause I'll see you later
On and on and on I'm guessing
Pushing it off just keeps me stressing
So on and on and on I'm saying
Not right now but maybe down the line
And if it don't get better
Pushing it down is too much pressure
So on and on and on I'm saying
Not right now but maybe down the line
Maybe down the line
Maybe down the line
Down the line, the line, the line, the line
Maybe down the line
Maybe down the line
Maybe down the line, the line, the line, the line
The line
