Got no plans
Got no clothes
Got no piano
Ain’t got no shows
No I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Got no flights
Outta here
Got no TV shows
Until next year
No I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Baby your my liquor
I’m addicted to you
So I’ll just be stuck on
Stuck on fucking you
(Woo)
Stuck on fucking you

I don’t ever want just another boy or girl
Baby you and I, baby you and I change the world
I don’t ever want just another boy or girl to love
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck
Stuck on you

Got all night
No cameras
We got no champagne
But we got drugs
No I’ve got nothing to do
But to be stuck… you

Purple sheets
Cymbal clock
Gonna spend my time
Rocking on top
Yeah I’ve 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 girl
Cause baby you and I, baby you and I change the world
I don’t ever want just another boy or girl to love
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck
On you
On you

Got no plans
Got no flights
What I give
No TV shows
But we got mice in the kitchen
But we don’t care
Cause we’re in love

Get in the shower
I’ll meet ya there
I bought ya some hippie shit
From the deli down the stairs
Oh yeah
Love it, I’m a mess, but it’s so good

Don’t forget me baby don’t forget baby
When I leave and go on tour
Cause I know your life will be a snore
You’ll be all stuck on fucking this hooker whore
This hooker, woo-hoo

Got no, nothing
You’re in the next room
Your fella sleeps on my tour bus
While me and Fernando and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music
But I miss you
Bum bum

The fridge is broke
And we’re drinking warm champagne
But we don’t care cause we’re in Minnesota
And we’re sold out show again
And it’s a sold out show again

Ok just stop it…
I could go on forever.