I knew it musta been some big set-up All the action just would not let up It's just a little bit back from the main road Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes I start to spin the tale You complain of my diction You give me friction (friction) You give me friction (friction) You give me friction (friction) My eyes are like telescopes I see it all backwards, but who wants hope? If I ever catch that ventriloquist I'll squeeze his head right into my fist Something come a-trackin in What is it, what's the prediction? I'll betcha it's friction (friction) I'll betcha it's friction (friction) I'll betcha it's friction (friction) Hide the snake, get out the skin Oh, stop this head motion, set the sails You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail Well, I don't wanna grow up There's too much contradiction And too much friction (friction) But I dig friction (friction) We're both crazy 'bout friction (friction) F-R-I-C-T-I-O-N (Friction) (Friction) (Friction)