These January nights

They really make me hate my life

And I want to get into a fight

But you already said you're not going to fall for that again this time

You want to paint your masterpiece

But inspiration really doesn't always come all that easy

That's why they're always mad at me

You want to lock me in the kennel

And then leave for myrtle beach at five alright

Midwestern guys

Midwestern guys

Midwestern guys

Midwestern guys

And after it gets dark

You want to go look at the stars

Oh you should know the way to my heart

Honey you want to make love not f**k in Schiller Park

That's how romantic you are yeah

Tell me all about '83

That was a long time ago well you can sure say that again to me

The lives lost to natty light and a tree

And you played pyromania

'Til she got down on her knees

Between your thighs

Midwestern style

Oh you Midwestern guys

Midwestern guys

Midwestern guys