Germany, will you help me sing this one?
It's about recovery, I guess
I wrote this song because I can't keep a relationship to save my life
So I live on the road, and that's why I'm in Bamberg, Germany, actually
So, will you help me?
This is an old song I wrote called "Stop Fucking Around"
If I could get a bunch of Dutch people to do it
I think I get a bunch of Germans to do it, too
So come on, y'all
Help me sing it like this
Stop fucking around
(Stop fucking around)
Louder, Germany
(Stop fucking around)
Even the mothers and fathers
(Stop fucking around)
Very good, there we go
Who well, yet, I'm sorry
For always saying sorry to you
And I'm sorry, little baby, for making you cry yet again
Well, yet, I know what I do
When I'm on the road, now with you
Well, for now, I'll stop fucking around
Sing it with us
Stop fucking around
Stop fucking around
Stop fucking around town
Stop running around
Yeah, very good
Well, I know what I do
When I'm on the road now with you (it's true), yeah, yeah
But now, I'll stop fucking around
One of these days, I'll fall flat on my face
For doing you wrong, singing this song put me in my place
All this smoking and drinking, running around
Take myself out of town
So well, these days, I'll stop fucking around
Sing it, Bamberg
Stop fucking around, yeah
Stop fucking around
Stop fucking around town
Stop running around, yeah
Who will, yet, I know what I do
When I'm on the road, now with you, yeah
But now, I'll stop fucking around
Stop fucking around
Stop fucking around
Stop fucking around
Sing it
Stop fucking (around)
(Stop fucking around)
Louder, Germany, come on
(Stop fucking around)
(Stop fucking around)
Very good, and your lovely German accents
Who, well, I know what I do
Well, I'm on the road, now with you
For once in my life, I'm telling you
I'll be the man you want me to be
It's true, oh-yeah
I'll stop fucking around, yeah
Oppa
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