text: Got no plans, got no clothes
  Got no piano, we got no shows
  No, I got nothing to do
  But to be stuck on you
  Got no flights outta here
  Got no TV shows until next year
  No, I got nothing to do
  But to be stuck on you
  Baby, you’re my liquor
  I’m addicted to you
  So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on fucking you
  Stuck on fucking you
  I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
  Baby, you and I, baby, you and I could change the world
  I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love
  I’m stuck, stuck on you
  Got all night, no cameras
  Weve got no champagne but weve got drugs
  No, Ive got nothing to do
  But to be stuck on you
  Purple sheets, cymbal clock
  Going to spend my time rocking on top
  Yea, I got nothing to do
  But to be stuck on you
  Baby, you’re my Johnny Walker
  Baby, it’s true
  So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on fucking you
  Stuck on fucking you
  I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
  Baby, you and I, baby, you and I could change the world
  I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love
  I’m stuck, stuck on you
  Got no plans, got no flights
  While we’re here, no TV shows
  But we got mice in the kitchens
  But we don’t care cause we’re in love
  Get in the shower
  I’ll meet you there
  I bought you some hippie shit from the Deli down the stairs, oh yeah
  Love it when my man smells so good
  Don’t forget me baby
  Don’t forget me when I leave and go on tour
  Cause I know your life would be a snore
  You’d be all stuck fucking this hooker-whore
  This hooker, whore
  Got no nothing
  You’re in the next room
  You fell asleep on my tour bus while me and Fernando and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music
  But I miss you
  The fridge is broke
  And were drinking warm champagne
  But we don’t care cause we’re in Minnesota
  And we’re sold out show again
  And its a sold show again
  Okay, just stop here, I could go on forever