I’m sitting at a bar just minding myselfnJust staring at the walls and quenching my caresnI must look troubled cause I’m starting a scenenwith this big table sittin’ right next to me. nNext thing you know this biker with these tattoosnHe says damn boy, what’s wrong with you?nCausin’ troublennWhen I was just a kid about seventeennI went to school it was a problem for menI learned that I was educationally doomednI never turned in my assignments when duenI said I’m sorry miss I forgot to do itnThe teacher say hey boy what’s wrong with you?nCausin’ troublennI took a girl out to a movie one nightnI bought her candy and a gigantic spritenI think her popcorn was as big as her headnI tried to kiss her and here’s what she saidnWhat was it that you think you’re trying to do nand slapped menDamn boy, what’s wrong with you?nnDon’t touch mennKeep your hands offnnDon’t touch me little boynnKeep your greasy hands off