Yeah, you Seem so civilized Your mama's tryin To run your life Your daddy's tryin To pick your wife Oh no Yeah, you run around With all that hair They just don't like Those rags you wear You say I'm gonna pack up my stuff I'm gonna run away And then you say You drive me nervous, nervous And then I said You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh Aaah You're out of state You're thrown in jail You ain't got the bread To pay the bail Your mom and papa come up and said "Honey, where did we fail?" And then you scream You drive me nervous, nervous And then I screamed You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh You drive me ne-ne-ne-nervous Ne-ne-ne-nervous You drive me nervous Whoa