Turn my microphone up loud, I don’t want it in the way   If you hear my voice loud enough than let me hear you say:      “We all love your shiny pants, we all   love your shiny shoes,   When it comes to our relationships we never wanna   lose.”      All my friends are getting old and I’m staying the same age   Blow a trumpet in their faces and they act like you’re a freakin’ idiot   Come on back in Junior High, I know I would do the same   It’s just really silly really how I like to play my game      Oh no, don’t do it   Oh no, you’re gonna do it   Oh no, don’t do it   Oh no, you’re gonna do it      Wouldn’t have to change much,   but I’d change the way I dressed   Take that back I’d change a lot of things,   but hell that’s what you get   She was pretty she was nice, not too nice if she   could see   That I’d wrap myself ‘round any finger she’d stick up at me      Oh no, don’t do it   Oh no, you’re gonna do it   Oh no, don’t do it   Oh no, you’re gonna do it      I can see into the past and I know what will occur   Maybe I should say some things before he screws it up with her   He says, “call her you’re my friend, ask her what’s it gonna be,   “If it’s going good than you can hand that phone right off to me me me.”      Oh no, don’t do it   Oh no, you’re gonna do it   Oh no, don’t do it   Oh no, you’re gonna do it