He doesn't get mad judging by the way he shakes his head You love the story of my brother nearly forgetting to flush The story might go Different from what I told by a person I grew up with There are plot holes around the expression on your brow And the look on your face The look on your face, the look on your face, the look on your face I've been siphoning gas off the interstate And I've been driving so fast; practicing getaways And yeah, I like it here. Why can't I stay? Everything just seems so clear when you're far away. Doesn't it seem like your shirts been inside out For a majority of the whole day? He doesn't get mad He doesn't get mad He doesn't get mad judging by the way he shakes his head He doesn't like to laugh judging by the nothing that he said