The Future Freaks Me Out

I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move Check it out, I'm rocking steady Go! Betty won't stop listening to modern rock How she hates to be alone I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake Ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine She says, "Hey, I rock the Haro Sport I rock the cowgirl blues I rock too fast for love I'm footloose in my Velcro shoes What's up with Will and Grace? I don't get drum and bass The future freaks me out." I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move Check it out, I'm rocking steady To the beat in my head It goes oh, oh-oh-oh I know that she's the only one I'd rather waste our time together Yeah, 'cause we can get down Betty can't quit carving question marks in my wrist How come we're so alone? We waste away the days with nicotine and television samples Of an era we hate to admit we embrace We fail to represent We fail to be content We fail at everything we ever even try to attempt And so the story goes As only Betty knows It's time we take control (Get down) Betty, I need you I miss you I'm so alone without you To call up on the weekends with my cellular phone Betty, it's so hard to relate To the whole human race I don't know where to begin I don't know where to begin If we can both find a way To do the things that we say We might not sit in our rooms And drink our daydreams away Betty, I'm a dreamer I'm not a vicious schemer Oh Betty, won't you- ah fuck it