Don't you blame me if I get carried away I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to say When there's silence in the room We're all pining for that modern day man He's really a star, got the crowd going wild in the stands On a Saturday night, at the home field I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head I knew I was ready to stop going steady When the home team was losing twenty to one I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard Please Lord, please Lord, please Lord ♪ Don't you blame me if I don't answer my phone I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to do When there's no one else home We're all pining for that modern day girl She's really a star, got the crowd just jumping for joy On a Saturday night, at the home field I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head I knew I was ready to stop going steady When the home team was losing twenty to one I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard Please lord, please lord, please lord I don't wanna talk about love I don't wanna talk about us I don't wanna sit at the kitchen table You talk and I listen To the news on the cable tv