GREEN DAY


On The Wagon Lyrics

Sometimes it gets real hard,
And I need some kind of output.
For input twice the size of my one inch mind.
So slap me on the hand.
Put it right back down my pants.
Turn me right around.
Kick me in the ass.

Well today I say sweet things,
But tomorrow,
I'll be making up excuses,
For my actions ‘cuz it's been so long,
Since I've been in love.
That special kind of feeling.
Guess my best excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.

Well today I say sweet things,
But tomorrow,
I'll be making up excuses,
For my actions ‘cuz it's been so long,
Since I've been in love.
That special kind of feeling.
Guess my best excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.

Well I got no real excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
OH YEAH!

Songwriter(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank E. Iii Wright, Michael Pritchard
Copyright: Green Daze Music, WB Music Corp.
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