Hello goodbye|Story of my love life|They wanna a man with a plan| Don't they understand that I don't plan past this damn can in my hand| They all sing the same ol' song| It's change this change that| Always me that's wrong||Chorus: Why can't I find a nice girl| The right girl| One who loves me for me| Why can't I find a nice girl| The right girl| The right girl for a wrong guy like me||Verse: I've met girls that were hot and cool| Like that one that drug me to Sunday school| And showed me off like some sort of show and tell'from hell| Deep down I ain't all that bad| I ain't killed no one just made a few folks mad| And it's funny how that sort of thing gets around town | I think it's slowing me down|| (Repeat Chorus)|| (Solo)||Bridge: I'm gonna go online and find someone out there| Who thinks dynamite's cool and has big jacked up hair| And wouldn't mind settling down in a big King Air | Watchin Chips, and eatin chips and drinking beer|| (Repeat Chorus)|
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Hello goodbye|Story of my love life|They wanna a man with a plan| Don't they understand that I don't plan past this damn can in my hand| They all sing the same ol' song| It's change this change that| Always me that's wrong||Chorus: Why can't I find a nice girl| The right girl| One who loves me for me| Why can't I find a nice girl| The right girl| The right girl for a wrong guy like me||Verse: I've met girls that were hot and cool| Like that one that drug me to Sunday school| And showed me off like some sort of show and tell'from hell| Deep down I ain't all that bad| I ain't killed no one just made a few folks mad| And it's funny how that sort of thing gets around town | I think it's slowing me down|| (Repeat Chorus)|| (Solo)||Bridge: I'm gonna go online and find someone out there| Who thinks dynamite's cool and has big jacked up hair| And wouldn't mind settling down in a big King Air | Watchin Chips, and eatin chips and drinking beer|| (Repeat Chorus)|