Pump the brakes Kindly wait Press pause and hesitate We’re moving way too fast I don’t really know you like that Snatch the snail I’m just snatching the snail By end of the night You’ll be doing it right I’ll show you how to snatch the snail It’s for the birds, it’s for the bees ABC’s and 123’s You know the twist, you do the jive As easy as the Jackson 5

I think I’m telepathic No really, I think I’m telepathic I told you I’d tell you anything I told myself I’d never tell You don’t believe me, I can tell Wait, don’t go, I think I know I’m telepathic Yes, I can hear you now Picking up your signal loud and clear You’re a blip on my radar now

All the greatest hits Are about the same chick But she’s dead now And visa versa I’m dead to her, she’s dead to me We’re like one great big Undead unhappy family So save your warm welcomes No thanks, they’re unwelcomed Can’t connect even if you paid me Can’t connect even if you laid me All the classic flicks Are about a dude’s dick Let’s sit here for a couple of hours And find out what he does with it

I am your punching bag You are my reigning champion I am your wack addict You are my wack addiction Feminist hooker hotline Setup with no punchline Leave a message for my valentine When she leaves, she leaves me crying I am your king in drag You are my Queen of England Right my wrongs Put me through hell Snatch my snail Send me back to my shell When she comes, I come crying

I’m halfway broad With my half split hairs I’m full way fraud Au so contraire Falling behind the curtain Catching up to center stage No matter which wave I’m surfing I’m on a particular page Some folks just don’t get it The jokes are down like a clown I’m on a peculiar planet Back in my hometown Stumbling upon my marbles Tripping all over that trip Already ready to rumble I’m letting go and getting a grip

I'm Dave Grohl

Rock and roll roller rink It’s not so rock and roll to me Skating by out of the limelight Slugging slime balls out of the dark Even when the disc keeps skipping Glowing green in the slipstream The kids don’t know what I mean They don’t know what I mean When I say

Immortality is taking its toll on me I’m slowing my roll And making more time to breathe I’m the source of my own power And the bane of my existence I’m the sun of my own flower And the pain of my persistence I’m the love of my own death I’d hate to let the beat drop dead

Tip of my tongue Under my nose Back of my throat Far as I know Head scratcher Memory serves me wrong Put my finger on Known it all along Know it like a song Snail snatcher Buzzing for a buzz Fiending for a fix Howling for a hit Had to get my fix Plan hatcher Got the gal and the wherewithal Drive me up a wall Gotta get it all Invertebrate Like fully prepared gelatin Can’t leave the house without An exoskeleton Eye catcher Dispatcher I’m my number one fan Send me round the merry-go-round again