"Teenage Dirtbag" lyrics
(originally by Wheatus)
Her name is Noelle
I had a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class for half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
She doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, oh
Her boyfriend's a ...
He brings a gun to school
He'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an Iroc
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, oh
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Oh woo, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Man, I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold, she's walking over to me
This must be fake, my lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?
Two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you, oh
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Oh, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
I had a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class for half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
She doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, oh
Her boyfriend's a ...
He brings a gun to school
He'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an Iroc
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, oh
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Oh woo, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Man, I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold, she's walking over to me
This must be fake, my lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?
Two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you, oh
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Oh, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Thanks to Taylor Merrill for adding these lyrics.
