Don’t crowd me baby 
I’m a claustrophobic stud
I sleep with one eye open
And a loaded gun

I trusted once in springtime
A sheepdog named Blue
He left me for the country
He left me for the view

You can still see his plate
Right next to my shoe
Don’t crowd me baby
It’s all I can do

It’s all I can do
To do what I can
It’s less than I want
And more than I can stand

It’s what’s happening
It’s what’s on
It’s what’s coming
It’s what’s gone

Don’t crowd me baby
It’s all I can do
To keep what I can
And save some for you.