Met a girl, introduced myself, yeah And I asked her go to with me and no one else And she said, "I'd really like to see you everyday But I'm afraid of what my friends might say What my friends might say You need a bath, and your clothes are wrong You're not my type; I can tell we wouldn't get along." And I just laughed — what else could I do? Just then her friend chimed in, singin' "Get a clue. Get a life, put it in your song." (Put it in your song) There's something I've been meaning to say to you (I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue) There's something I've been meaning to say to you (I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue) And I've rehearsed a little speech I haven't practiced what I preach But she was easily impressed And I was bad and I was weak And my conscience sprung a leak And now it's time that I confessed (Put it in your song) I'd like to move out of this place Change my name, maybe get a new face I know a guy lives in Los Angeles Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous Sleep all day, stay up all night There's something I've been meaning to say to you (I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue) There's something I've been meaning to say to you (I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue)