Text: Huey Lewis & The News. You Crack Me Up.

Oh my God, I can't believe my eyes
Underneath that ghostly pane, is that you
Someone in your shape shouldn't be drivin'
Someone in your shape shouldn't be doing anythin' at all

You should see yourself in the mirror
With your leather lips and your snake skin shoes
(Aah)
Do you have to shout in my ear?
(Aah)
Do me a favor, just stop talking for a minute or two

Crack me up, you really really do
With your sunglasses on, acting so young
(Aah)
Only I know what you're really up to
(Aah)
You break me up

No, I don't want to sit in your sports car
No, I don't want to hear a tune
All the locals say you'll go far
(Aah)
What's so funny? They don't know you like I do
(Aah)

Crack me up, you twisted wreck
Shoutin' in the parkin' lot, gonna give it one more shot
(Aah)
Better hope they'll cash a check
(Aah)
Break me up

You better ask yourself a question
'Cause you can't live like this for long
You better listen to my suggestion
(Aah)
Before you wind up in somebody else's song
(Aah)

You crack me up, you really really do
With your sunglasses on, acting so young
(Aah)
Only I know what you're really up to
(Aah)
Break me up

Crack me up
Break me up
Crack me up
Break me up
Crack me up