I hate it when I'm not polite When it's deserved it's still not right So I still wish you better days Though I dislike you anyway It doesn't mean I can't be courteous Excuse and pardon Me I get uptight and nervous and tense Small things tend to become immense I'm just beginning to unwind So if I seem to be unkind It isn't really me that's talking Excuse and pardon Me My head's connected to my heart And I just can't pull them apart Although they know each other well The odds are slim that they will gel They just don't seem to go together Excuse and pardon Me