You don't like my politics You're not impressed with my magic tricks You call cruel my rapier wit (and) think my poetry is drivel
Well, I don't care for your style of clothes Your choice of food turns up my nose And when it comes to love and hate then I suppose We're both somewhere in the middle (but when you say)
(CHORUS) I want you, I say Ditto You say, I need you, I say Ditto No I'm not kiddin' you kiddo Right here we got devotion Let me second your motion... Ditto
You don't like my old pick-up truck Or the things I'll do to make a buck The fact I seem always down on my luck frightens you a little Well, I don't always get your attitude Your condescension can be flat and rude Where this is leading is like your mood, something like a riddle (when you say)
We got in common that we don't have much in common Ah, but these distractions are just a fraction Of what you and me apparently been wantin'
You always mock my guitar licks My metaphors, my puns and quips You don't dig my friends, you call them hicks It's your penchant to belittle You act like it's a favor when you hang around And you never show affection to my old hound You don't eat your hot cakes till they've cooled down I like 'em hot off the griddle (now you say)