The radio's on, the song they play Can't make no sense of what they say I couldn't tell you if I knewDon't understand most things I seeIn the blue light of the TVI couldn't tell you what to do Rita, it all just seems too much And sometimes maybe not enough My head is so, so filled up And Rita, I guess I think too much Or maybe sometimes not enough My head is always so filled up I hold the phone close to my ear Can't recognize the voice I hearCouldn't remember what they said The newspaper stacks up on the step I can't believe how long I sleptNow why should I get out of bed Rita, it all just seems too much And sometimes maybe not enough My head is so, so filled up And Rita, I guess I think too much Or maybe sometimes not enough My head is always so filled up There was a thing floating way up there Was it a wish or another prayer It was just stuck, stuck up in the air
The radio's on, the song they play Can't make no sense of what they say I couldn't tell you if I knewDon't understand most things I seeIn the blue light of the TVI couldn't tell you what to do Rita, it all just seems too much And sometimes maybe not enough My head is so, so filled up And Rita, I guess I think too much Or maybe sometimes not enough My head is always so filled up I hold the phone close to my ear Can't recognize the voice I hearCouldn't remember what they said The newspaper stacks up on the step I can't believe how long I sleptNow why should I get out of bed Rita, it all just seems too much And sometimes maybe not enough My head is so, so filled up And Rita, I guess I think too much Or maybe sometimes not enough My head is always so filled up There was a thing floating way up there Was it a wish or another prayer It was just stuck, stuck up in the air
