No candidate would I support
His platform could I endorse
Another accomplice slinging dirt
Campaign promises falling short
I don't belong to any race
Pledge allegiance to a place
No borderline in the sand I'd trace
I'm just a sucker for a pretty face
Uncomfortable in the realm of the political
Position's always been a little left of cynical
I'm fundamentally for the individual
Preoccupied purely with the physical

When heavy is the weight of the world
And the river runs a little too deep
Like a hound dog chasing a bird
Sometimes a certain tom's gotta peep
I'm a peek-a-boy, looking at girls
And I think I like, I think I like, I like what I see

I don't want to find religion
Or another man's opinion
I can't choose what's not my decision
When there's only one under the sun
There's no need to be denied
Chew before swallowing pride
I want to live so let me die
Oh by the way, what's your sign?

Can't comprehend the meaning of the metaphysical
I'd rather leave that to your so-called intellectual
But what I do know I know feels only natural
I'm just a red-blooded heterosexual

When heavy is the weight of the world
And the river runs a little too deep
Like a dirty water doggin' a bird
Sometimes a certain tom's he gotta peep
I'm a peek-a-boy, looking at girls
And I think I like, I think I like, I like what I see

When heavy is the weight of the world
And the river runs a little too deep
Like a dirty water doggin' a bird
Sometimes a certain tom's he gotta peep
I'm a peek-a-boy, looking at girls
And I think I like, like a hound dog, chasin' a bird

And I think I like
A dirty water dog
And I think I like, I think I like, I like what I see

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alex Van Halen, Edward Van Halen, Gary Cherone, Michael Anthony