[Intro] Left my good sense on the passenger seat Found a brand new problem with a beautiful beat [Verse 1] Got a fast mouth and a slow cooked plan Big old laugh from a half grown man Walk through the door like I own the lease Then forget my wallet when I order a feast I make bad timing look good on me Got two left feet and a PhD In doing things the long way round Still somehow first when they pass that sound [Pre Chorus] Don't straighten me out Don't calm me down I got a crooked little rhythm Turning circles through town [Chorus] I can't sit still in a straight line My whole world swings on a bent back time One little stumble, two big grins Here comes the trouble with the good shoes in I can't sit still, can't stand too neat Got a wild little compass in the soles of my feet If the road goes straight, I'm cutting through Every wrong turn got a better groove [Verse 2] I talk in circles but I land on beat Make a bad decision sound mighty sweet Got a bassline bouncing like a screen door spring And a low down rhythm that can loosen anything My friends all say I should act my age I say age ain't nothing but a number on a page If fun's a crime, put my name in ink I'll be dancing while the jury stops to think [Pre Chorus] Don't straighten me out Don't calm me down I got a crooked little rhythm Turning circles through town [Chorus] I can't sit still in a straight line My whole world swings on a bent back time One little stumble, two big grins Here comes the trouble with the good shoes in I can't sit still, can't stand too neat Got a wild little compass in the soles of my feet If the road goes straight, I'm cutting through Every wrong turn got a better groove [Breakdown] Lean to the left Let it hang Turn that little stumble into a whole new thang Lean to the right Let it breathe Find that pocket underneath your feet [Bridge] I tried being sensible for half a day Couldn't find my smile, so I walked away Now the whole room knows when I arrive The beat gets bent and the place comes alive [Final Chorus] I can't sit still in a straight line My whole world swings on a bent back time One little stumble, two big grins Here comes the trouble with the good shoes in I can't sit still, can't stand too neat Got a wild little compass in the soles of my feet If the road goes straight, I'm cutting through Every wrong turn got a better groove [Outro] No straight lines No stiff feet Just a crooked grin And a dangerous beat
