I Can't Get Behind That Lyrics - Has Been - William Shatner

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My favorite shows on TV have twelve minutes of advertising 

I can't get behind that kind of time 

Eat quickly, drive faster, make more money now 

I can't get behind that 

My kids say, "He said to me, and I'm like and he's like and she's like" 

It's all, he's all, she's all 

I can't get behind that kind of like, English 

That'll be six to eight weeks before delivery 

The rising oceans, the warming temperatures 

The dying polar bears no, tigers in fifty years 

Rising poison in the air and water 

I can't understand why the price of gas suddenly rises 

When oil goes up 

But takes months to go down long after oil falls 

I can't get behind any of that 

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I can't get behind the Gods, who are more vengeful, angry, and 

Dangerous if you don't believe in them 

Why can't all these Gods just get along? 

I mean, they're omnipotent and omnipresent, what's the problem? 

What's the problem? What about the men who say 

"Do as I do, believe in what I say, for your own good 

Or I'll kill you", I can't get behind that 

I can't get behind that 

Everybody knows everything about all of us 

That's too much knowledge 

I can't get behind that 

Yeah, and what about student drivers using my streets to learn? 

If you learn to play the drums you got to go to a studio 

Go to a parking lot, for God's sake, why are you jeopardizing my life? 

I can't get behind a student driver 

I can't behind a driver who drives like a student driver 

If you're going to drive an urban assault vehicle then get off the phone 

And keep your eyes on the road 

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Lifetime guarantee? Who's lifetime? Not mine 

I haven't that much time left, let's make it yours 

Everybody's got a longer life than me 

The leaf blowers, is there anything more futile? 

Car alarms, clap off, clap on, spam 

Size matters, no, it doesn't 

Yes, it does, no, it doesn't 

Yes, it does, no, it doesn't 

Yes, it does, no, it doesn't no, it doesn't 

Yes, it does! Yes, it does 

My phone rings, make millions in minutes 

It's a computer, lose inches in hours 

Leave me the Hell alone, eat more spend less 

The Colonel is breakdancing, give me a break 

Credit terms raised 

I can't get behind any of that 

I can't get behind so-called singers that can't carry a tune 

Get paid for talking, how easy is that? 

Well, maybe I could get behind that 

Well, I can't, if you have to fix it with a computer 

Quantized, pitch corrected, and overly inspected 

Then you can't do it, and I can't get behind that 

I can't get behind a fat ass 

Yeah, Bill, can you turn around and do one more? 

Always can do one more 

Let's hit it!