'Well, you don't like my politics,
You're not impressed with my magic tricks,
And you call cruel my rapier wit,
Think my poetry is drivel,
Well, I don't care for your style of clothes,
Your choice of food turns up my nose,
And when it comes to love and hate then I suppose, we're both somewhere in the middle,
But when you say...
"I want you," I say, "Ditto,"
"I need you," I say, "Ditto,"
No, I'm not kidding you, kiddo,
Right here we got devotion,
Let me second your motion,
"Ditto."
You don't like my old pick-up truck,
The things I'll do to make a buck,
The fact I seem always down on my luck frightens you a little,
Well, I don't always get your attitude,
Your condescension can be flat-out rude,
Where this is leading is like your mood, something like a riddle,
But when you say...
"I want you," I say, "Ditto,"
"I need you," I say, "Ditto,"
No, I'm not kidding you, kiddo,
Right here we got devotion,
Let me second your motion,
"Ditto."
We got in common that we don't have much in common,
But these distractions are just a fraction of what you and me apparently been wanting.
Why must you always mock my guitar licks, my metaphors, my puns and quips?
You don't like my friends, you call them hicks,
It's your penchant to belittle,
And you act like it's a favour when you hang around,
And you never show affection to my old hound,
You don't eat your hotcakes 'til they've cooled down,
I like them hot off the griddle,
But when you say...
"I want you," I say, "Ditto,"
"I need you," I say, "Ditto,"
No, I'm not kidding you, kiddo,
Right here we got devotion,
Let me second your motion,
"I want you," I say, "Ditto,"
"I need you," I say, "Ditto,"
I'm not kidding you, kiddo,
Right here we got devotion,
Let me second your motion,
"Ditto."
