It's late in the evening
She's wondering what clothes to wear
I tell her to get her skates on, we'll be late getting there
And then she asks me, do I feel alright
And I say No, I'm a little stressed tonight

We go to a party
And everyone turns to see
Me effing and blinding, 'bout some on TV
And I ask someone Do you want a fight?
And he say No, you look rather stressed tonight

I feel so very stressed 'cause I don't know what's going on
The most stressful thing of all is that someday you'll be gone. Or will you?

It's time to go home now
I've got an aching head
So I swallow an aspirin
Shout at her instead
And then I tell her as I punch out her lights
I say Sorry, I'm a little stressed tonight