I knew it musta been some big set-up All the action just would not let up It's just a little bit back from the main road Where the silence spreads, and the men dig holes ♪ I start to spin the tale You complain of my diction You give me friction You give me friction You give me friction ♪ My eyes are like telescopes ♪ I see it all backwards, but who wants hope? ♪ If I ever catch that ventriloquist ♪ I'll squeeze his head right into my fist ♪ Something coming tracking in What is it? What's the prediction? Betcha, it's friction I'll betcha, it's friction I'll betcha, it's friction Idol snake, get out of that skin Here's a bit of Dixon ♪ Stop this head motion, set the sails You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail ♪ Well, I don't wanna grow up Ask too much contradiction And too much friction But I dig friction You know I'm crazy about friction F R I C T I O N ♪ Friction A friction Friction