You don't like my politics
(CHORUS:)
You don't like my old pick-up truck
We got in common that we don't have much in common
You always mock my guitar licks
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You're not impressed with my magic tricks
You call "cruel" my rapier wit
And think my poetry is drivel
Well, I don't care for your choice of clothes
Your choice of food turns up my nose
And when it comes to love and hate then I suppose
We're both somewhere in the middle
(But when you say)
I want you, I say "Ditto"
(You say) I need you, I say "Ditto
No I'm not kiddin' you kiddo
Right here we got devotion
Let me second your motion...
"Ditto"
Or the things I'll do to make a buck
The fact I seem always down on my luck
Frightens you a little
Well, I don't always get your attitude
Your condescension can be flat out rude
Where this is leading is like your mood
Something like a riddle
(When you say)
(Repeat chorus)
Ah, but these distractions are just a fraction of
What you and me apparently been wantin'
My metaphors, my puns and quips
You don't dig my friends, you call them hicks
It's your penchant to belittle
You act like it's a favor when you hang around
And you never show affection to my old hound
You don't eat your hot cakes till they've cooled down
I like 'em hot off the griddle
(now you say)
(Repeat chorus)
Words and music by Terry Taylor. (C)(P) 1999 Zoom Daddy Music - BMI. All rights reserved.