Another stupid Saturday, the conversation starts to slur,
And some sasquatch wookie-boner spilled his Mad Dog down my shirt.
There's a party-thumpin', booty-humpin' music-wagon in my head.
My friends passed out or disappeared all leaving me Banana Red.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
I feel like Elliot when E.T. drank the beer.

Knock me down, her hair is brown, her eyes are big and blue,
A thunderbolt that turned this Mad Dog to a puppy at a petting zoo.
I'm in love with the girl in the other room,
Ten feet away, but I hit the moon.
With glitter in the air, it's so easy to see
That she's gotta marry someone and it might be me.

The world's on pause, all Newton's laws suspended on account of her.
She's like legato glowing purple while staccato's beating in my shirt.
What should I do? What should I say? Okay, I can't say that, but oh my God!
I've been struck down from outer space and thuderbolted to the spot.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
Is she really coming toward me for a beer?

Knock me down, her hair is brown, her eyes are big and blue,
A thunderbolt that turned this Mad Dog to a puppy at a petting zoo.
I'm in love with the girl in the other room,
Ten feet away, but I hit the moon.
With glitter in the air, it's so easy to see
That she's gotta marry someone and it might be me.

There goes the girl in the other room,
Ten feet away, but I hit the moon.
With glitter in the air, it's so easy to see
That she's gotta marry someone and it might be me.