I read in the news that the average man
Is uplifted five times a day
I'm confused, I have to confess
My feeling never goes away
I know it's right, they asked the average man
In a survey across the nation
I can't understand how the average man
Keeps losing his concentration
Oh, you gotta use it
Oh, you gonna lose it
I'm just begun when you're all done
I see you running down the road
Can't hear a thing, my mind is blasted
And my head is about to explode
Feeling the pain, just more of the same
As we're rolling through the night
Going so fast we're sure to nit the next town
Before the last one's out of sight
Oh, you gotta use it
Oh, you gonna lose it
Back to back, one on one
Shake it up, move it on
Back to back, one on one
You got to turn it up, hold it down
Back to back, one on one
I shake it up, move it on
Back to back, one on one
You got to turn it up, hold it down