Sometimes I get a little nervous;
Sometimes I get the shakes.
And if I can't pull myself together
They're gonna boo me off stage.

I know you don't ask much of me,
But I'm gonna fail you, I'm afraid,
And all that I can say is I'm sorry.

But I'm yours.

So who slipped the keys of the cherry red Camaro
In the pocket of the town drunk'
And what do you get when you send your only daughter
To the prom with a young punk'

I warned you, but you wouldn't leave me be.
And now, after all you've seen,
If you still believe in me,

I'm sorry.

So say I'm getting better all the time;
But if that's a lie,
Oh well,never mind--
Just say you love me,

'Cause I'm your;
And I'm SO dreadfully sorry.