Way back, in ’97, two minutes late I was cruisin’ in my Gremlin
First saw you stumbling out of Marty’s Mystery Machine
Doc Martin Boots, sundress, I think you hair was green

Well its 4:22 and I know just what to do
Put down my guitar girl, I will make you twirl

Been tiltin’ at your windmills, just like Don Quixote
But I’m a simple man, I simply want your booty
Girl I’ve got to have you, you’re my Dulcinea
Move over Sancho, and make room for the playa

Now it’s 4:23 and babe you look good to me
Seduce you with my knowledge of Spanish novelists

The boys all try to catch you, while you flit like a butterfly
Until you alight on me girl, why I will make sigh
So bring your girlfriends, baby, lets all get a deep groove on
I play my C on your G-string lady,
getting down with you straight ‘til dawn

Well its 4:24 and we’re rolling on the floor
The music is feeling right, we could dance all night

Yo baby, what you gonna do?
With these weak-ass punks, guitar pickin fools?
You need a good man, one with the rhythm as well as the rhymes
Let me play your skins and you’ll want to be mine

So its four against five in my syncopated time
Hang with my beats and groove I will make you move