I'm not the sharpest in the tool shed but I'm not the dullest
Working hard day and night I live life to the fullest
Only one little thing I can't wrap my mind around
A tiny palm-sized box they say spins this world around
I'm a grown man and I don't know how to text
I don't know how to text
I get a little bit mixed up
I'm a grown man and I don't know how to text
She told me last night, anytime, just send me a message
She says I'm fun, says I'm smart, happy-go-lucky from Texas
She doesn't know that I'm slow with all these newfangled things
She can't see I'm in the dark when it comes to just knowing how
I'm a grown man and I don't know how to text
Can't I just call you