Press it once—press it twice–

press it ‘til you get it right

Just hit that undo button

My rearview vision’s awful good,

I don’t see forward like I should

And though I can’t, I wish I could

hit an undo button

Press it once—press it twice–

press it ‘til you get it right

Just hit that undo button

There’re things I shouldn’t talk about,

when I open up my mouth

The left foot in, the right foot out—

always spewing somethin’

I think I need an undo button

Press it once—press it twice–

press it ‘til you get it right

Just hit that undo button

Yeah, it’d be nice to press undo—

to hit delete, escape

To never have to look back

and cringe at a mistake

but what about the lessons

that I never would have learned

New paths I’d have missed

if old bridges hadn’t burned

Press it once—press it twice–

press it ‘til you get it right

Just hit that undo button

Press it once—press it twice–

press it ‘til you get it right

Just hit that undo button

Just hit that undo button

Katie’s got a K car, who could want more?

Driven by grandma on the way to the store.

Forty-eight K on its two liter four.

Engine keeps time as the radio purrs

Katie’s got a K car, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a K car

Eyeing the headliner’s flourescent pink,

directional signals give a lavender wink

Surfers go skimmin’ up the sea-blue doors—

aint a color missin’ from its custom décor

Katie’s got a K car, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a K car, take off your shoes—

Let the grass carpet tickle you toes

Lamborghini, Maserati, no they won’t do—

Katie’s got a K car—Katie knows cool

Katie’s got a K car, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a K car

Sixteen years old,

they’re both the same age—

it leaks and it squeaks,

but Kate don’t complain

Driving on her permit, going to work—

daddy slides over after she parks

He feels a bit strange and Katie just squeals

at the fuzzy gray man at the fuzzy blue wheel

Daddy heads home like he’s driving a jewel—

Katie’s still laughin’ ‘cause Katie knows cool

Katie’s got a K car, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a K car, four creaky doors

You better stand back

‘cause she’s dinging the world

Katie’s got a K car, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a K car, Katie’s got a K car

Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a, Katie’s got a K car

I bruised my elbows, sprained my wrists

Skinned my knees—I tell you this

Gravity is real cool stuff—

as for me, I’ve had enough

Next time I fall . . . . I’m falling up

They say all strength is born of pain—

the struggle to get up again

Each drop of wisdom seems to take

an endless deluge of mistakes

I bruised my elbows, sprained my wrists

Skinned my knees—I tell you this

Gravity is real cool stuff—

as for me, I’ve had enough

Next time I fall . . . . I’m falling up

Sometimes I’d like to float around—

letting nothin’ hold me down

The laws of physics sure are tough.

And I believe in all that stuff,

but Next time I fall . . . . I’m falling up

I bruised my elbows, sprained my wrists

Skinned my knees—I tell you this

Gravity is real cool stuff—

as for me, I’ve had enough

Next time I fall . . . . I’m falling up

The next time I fall

The next time I fall

The next time I fall

I am falling up

I’ve tried the latest lotions

on my poor old dried out skin

I think that I’m part alligator,

ankles to my shins

I’d rather frown, ‘cause when I smile,

my lips just split and crack

Any chance you might scratch

the middle of my back?

I’ve got the bundled up, snow plowed in,

when’s this winter gonna end

cabin fever setting in,

how could it be dark again,

chapped lipped, itchy skinned,

wintertime blues

Sun gets up about eight o’clock

to scratch its sleepy head

Hangs awhile and then decides

to go right back to bed

Wind is howling like a wolf pack

at the frozen moon

Spring is coming, man I hope,

it gets here real soon

I've got the scratchy throat, runny nosed,

my head’s going to explode

Two more months ‘til I suppose

I can fin’lly feel my toes

chapped lipped, itchy skinned,

wintertime blues

Frozen pipes, bitter cold,

snow and snow and snow and snow

I’ve got the bundled up, snow plowed in,

when’s this winter gonna end

cabin fever setting in,

how could it be dark again,

chapped lipped, itchy skinned,

wintertime blues

I’ve got the chapped lipped,

itchy skinned, wintertime blues

Well I coulda, woulda, shoulda,

but I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t

And I oughta, wanna, gotta,

but I don’t know how

I coulda, woulda, shoulda,

but I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t

And it’s far too late to turn back now

I should have studied harder—

should have applied myself

I should have paid more attention,

aah, to something else

besides where I was headed,

‘cause I was glory bound

Like ev’ry kid that’s had a dream

that soon came crashin’ down and

I coulda, woulda, shoulda,

but I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t

And I oughta, wanna, gotta,

but I don’t know how

I coulda, woulda, shoulda,

but I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t

And it’s far too late to turn back now

I could have been much kinder,

now at second look

I should’ve given back

much more than what I took

I should have listened harder—

spoken a whole lot less

I wasn’t as important

as I would have liked to guess and

I coulda, woulda, shoulda,

but I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t

And I oughta, wanna, gotta,

but I don’t know how

I coulda, woulda, shoulda,

but I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t

And it’s far too late to turn back now

Oh, you know, it ain’t no use,

and man, that’ such a fine excuse

When I look back a year from now,

I’ve made myself a simple vow

To take a new step each new day

and never, ever, have to say—

never have to say

I coulda, woulda, shoulda,

but I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t

And I oughta, wanna, gotta,

but I don’t know how

I coulda, woulda, shoulda,

but I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t

And it’s far too late to turn back now

Got myself some really fine clothes

I thought, man, now everyone knows

I’m the coolest of really cool cats

They were all laughin’ behind my back

Before you find cool – before you find tough

Before you find faith – before you find love

Before you find truth or anything else –

First you have to find yourself

Taught myself the wickedest walk

The awesomest amble, now people will talk

I thought they’d be blown right away

You shoulda heard the things that they’d say

Before you find cool – before you find tough

Before you find faith – before you find love

Before you find truth or anything else –

First you have to find yourself

You won’t find it on a TV screen—

you won’t find it in a magazine

Friends can’t tell you—time might try—

but it’s your cool, it’s yours to find

Before you find cool – before you find tough

Before you find faith – before you find love

Before you find truth or anything else –

First you have to find yourself

Before you find cool

Before you find cool

Their shine long faded, far from new—

what value have these well worn shoes?

The world perceives them, dull and worn,

their laces frayed, their leather torn

Subjected to an awkward gait—

their battered heels no longer straight.

Their eyelets plead, they’ve had enough

and peer at ev’ry scrape and scuff

Life has got me feeling like well-worn shoes

I’m not pretty but I’m comf’terble—

like well-worn shoes

The chunk that’s missing from the sole,

forms a smile, no less a hole

Their seams can tell, one day we’ll part—

A stitch has torn, and so it starts

Life has got me feeling like well-worn shoes

I’m not pretty but I’m comf’terble—

like well=worn shoes

Taunting with their untied tongues,

shoes scoff, yet are undone

by flapping toe and tattered lace

and comfort that can’t be replaced

The world gives praise

to spit and shine—

Condemned, my shoes don’t seem to mind

for their true worth is only known

and valued by my ten toes, and . . .

Life has got me feeling like well-worn shoes

I’m not pretty but I’m comf’terble—

like well-worn shoes

Well-worn shoes—

comf’terble—like well-worn shoes

Even if you’re up to nothin’,

don’t you ever let it show

Let ‘em have their fun in guessing

at the truth they’ll never know

Show ‘em half a crooked smile,

just a devilish little smirk

Stretch your lips, don’t show your teeth—

you know just the way it works

Best to let them watch and wonder—

don’t you open up your mouth

Be a damn fool if you must but,

no need to remove all doubt

Show ‘em half a crooked smile,

just a devilish little smirk

Stretch your lips, don’t show your teeth—

you know just the way it works

Turn your head and whisper somethin’,

kind of faint and not too clear

Make believe you’ve got a secret,

one that they’ll all want to hear

Show ‘em half a crooked smile,

just a devilish little smirk

Stretch your lips, don’t show your teeth—

you know just the way it works

Show ‘em half a crooked smile,

just a devilish little smirk

Stretch your lips, don’t show your teeth—

you know just the way it works

Matt’s a really good hard worker—

earns each dollar honestly

But he never takes his chances—

check the laundry and you’ll see

Matt likes good clean money—

Dollar bills and coins get tossed

in the pockets of his clothes

as he puts them through the wash

Matt likes good clean money

Matt likes good clean money

Matt’s the only one I know

who’s into money laundering

When they say that it’s illegal,

his is not the kind they mean

Matt likes good clean money—

Dollar bills and coins get tossed

in the pockets of his clothes

as he puts them through the wash

Matt likes good clean money

Matt likes good clean money

Matt’s no miser, spends his money

on himself and on his friends

he just likes to shine each penny,

every nickel that he spends

Matt likes good clean money

Matt likes good clean money

Matt likes good clean money—

Dollar bills and coins get tossed

in the pockets of his clothes

as he puts them through the wash

Matt likes good clean money

Matt likes good clean money

Matt likes good clean money

Old man workin’ out at the gym,

gravity’s just about done him in

See the way he huffs and puffs—

man, I think he’s had enough

Old man workin’ out at the gym—

thank the good lord I ain’t him—

I ain’t him

Trying to keep up with the kids—

can’t lift half of what he did

His mind has joined the fitness rage,

his poor body acts its age

Old man workin’ out at the gym,

gravity’s just about done him in

See the way he huffs and puffs—

man, I think he’s had enough

Old man workin’ out at the gym—

thank the good lord I ain’t him—

I ain’t him

His spunk has sputtered,

he's lost his hustle,

forgotten how to make a muscle

The six pack that he had for abs,

has turned into a keg of flab

Old man workin’ out at the gym,

gravity’s just about done him in

See the way he huffs and puffs—

man, I think he’s had enough

Old man workin’ out at the gym—

thank the good lord I ain’t him—

I ain’t him

He counts each rep off with a pop,

creaks and groans, but he don’t stop

Says hard work will get you far—

barely lifts more than the bar

Old man workin’ out at the gym,

when did I turn into him?

As I sweat and huff and puff—

man, I think I’ve had enough

Old man workin’ out at the gym,

gravity’s just about done me in

Old man workin’ out at the gym,

gravity’s just about done me in

Old man workin’ out at the gym,

gravity’s just about done me in—

done me in

A ton of ego, and a touch of spite

You’re bustin’ chops—day and night

The way he looks, the way she talks,

what he wears, the way she walks

What’s with her folks—

what’s with his friends?

You judge and judge—it never ends

You think it’s cool,

and you think you’re tough,

but puttin’ people down

doesn’t raise you up

Who’s too skinny—who’s too fat—

what’s with his hair—what’s with her hat?

Who’s too dumb—who’s too smart?

It never ends—you have to start

You think it’s cool,

and you think you’re tough,

but puttin’ people down

doesn’t raise you up

Two left feet, coke bottle glasses—

teacher’s pet, repeated classes

Pokin’ fun is fun to do—

until the fun is poked at you

You think it’s cool,

and you think you’re tough,

but puttin’ people down

doesn’t raise you up

A ton of ego, and a touch of spite

You’re bustin’ chops—day and night

You think it’s cool,

and you think you’re tough,

but puttin’ people down

doesn’t raise you up

Puttin’ people down

Puttin’ people down

Puttin’ people down

doesn’t raise you up