And all I have to offer you is this
'Cause I'm trying to tell you what I feel
Just a stupid little love song

Just a stupid little love song
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Just a stupid little love song
Granddad fought in World War II, your cousin landed on the moon
I sit you down and I begin to gently rock the mic
{Hi is Brett home?
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
You're on the road to Harvard law, I'm on the bus to Arkansas
Just a stupid little love song
Three chords and a microphone
"What's my name, what's my name, what's my name"
I stand in your doorway your world looks so enchanting
Hip-hop and rock-n-roll
Here we go

Listen up 'cause this is real
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Oh come on, here we go
Just a stupid little love song
Hip-hop and rock-n-roll

Just a stupid little love song
Your sister's got a 4.0, your father's got his own talk show
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
Your mother is a diplomat Senator of Connecticut
And then you lean over and say
You're captain of the football team, a cheerleader's recurring dream
And we're truly approaching a moment
Three chords and a microphone
Your brother aced the science test, he found the cure for morning breath
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
Hip-hop and rock-n-roll
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

And the moon comes in the window like a spotlight
Just a stupid little love song
Your world looks so far away and all I have to offer you is this
I came here by taxi you came by limousine
Well, will you tell him I came by?}

It's just a stupid little love song

I stand in your driveway
Three chords and a microphone
And all I have to offer you is this
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you