Cruisin' down 6th Street in a '67 Chevy With a baseball bat in the backseat And a pretty girl next to me And I can hardly think She's got me tongue tied with closed eyes And I can barely speak I can barely speak But I don't worry about many things And I'm not worried about anything right now Waking up next to you wouldn't be the worst thing But it wouldn't be the best thing for me That's what drives me crazy Because I don't wanna call you baby You deserve much better than me