Nervous Breakdance

My nervous
Breakdance
I had one
In my youth
A bad patch I was going through
Are you alright? Yes I am, okay
I tell myself
That I am over you
Move out of Las Vegas
Where the metal detective is
Still searching for clues
To the one thing
I can depend upon
Which is
That it'll be over in a week or two, ow
I don't wanna hang around with you
That is the last thing that I ever wanna do

This pattern
Repeats itself
At four or 5:45
In the morning
And it seems that my eyes are blue
Of funky, funky music too
And it'll be over in a week or two, oh
I don't wanna hang out with you
That is the last thing that I ever wanna do
No-ba-ba-ba-ba-bow
Oooooooh-ow!
And when I tell myself
That I am over you
I cannot help but notice
I'm payin' attention to
All of the star sign information
The tide times and racin' tips
And anything to help my situation
And make some sense of this

Maybe
A million years from now
You could think back on me
And say "Well, maybe I should'a"
And I'll tell ya now
Baby, you could'a
But that was a million years ago
When I used to say
(Over in a week or two)
And I do not wanna hang out with you
That is the last thing that I ever wanna do
Oh-no-no-no-no-no-no