In 1900 you held hands and felt like you'd scored In 1910 you'd never need a horse anymore In 1920 you could dance In 1930 lose your pants In 1940 you could go to war really soon In 1950 you could just be dull and a bore In 1960 set the world on fire That was then, this is now And nothing's blowin in the wind Chorus: Screwed up, that's the problem You're going down, down, down, down, down Screwed up, that's your problem You're coming unwound wound, wound, wound You're wasting time seeking comfort from any sight or any sound I knew you when you weren't a bit screwed up Now what you got is spreading around It really doesn't matter if you know how to sing The only thing that matters is the girl that you bring So when I saw you sitting there just asking for some curly hair I knew that I was getting where I wanted to be But someone must have warned you, so it's Anchors Aweigh This Johnny's marching home again tonight You couldn't leave quietly You had to tell the world and loud Chorus I'm getting on my nerves I'm getting on my nerves and everything you're throwing at me coming up a curve Swing & miss, Swing & miss Swing & miss and then you're out Chorus by: José Duarte [email protected]