TrufflesYou, you think yer such a bad ass You think yer such a rough neck Well I saw you outside eating truffles with yer mom on the patio I think it's really sad though and tell yer girl ta quit buggin' me 'Cause I saw her outside suckin' dick In the bathroom of the bus of the Iron Maiden cover band; When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in . . . I'm gonna win When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in . . . I'm gonna win Me, I'm just another gringo, a bitter jalepeno But I gets more montequilla in a week than your bitch ass gets in a lifetime You're steppin' on a land mine Your gonna shoot yer eye out I'm thinkin' what in the Sam Ham Hill is goin' on wit yer moms in the clogs and the skirt Wouldn't fuck'er for my country with a flag on her face and a stolen dick. When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in . . . I'm gonna win When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in . . . I'm gonna win You, you think yer still a bad ass, You think your still a rough neck Well let's take this outside Wheatus Index SunshineWhen I look at your face I see dirt; All the sunshine you blow up my a** starts to hurt; And I don't really mind if I'm nothin' in your eyes; It's no surprise to me; There's a rocket I built; It's under my kilt; It's coming to blow you away. I was a jerk; I did the work for somebody else's dream; I took the chance; I lost my pants; In somebody else's dream tonight. Now you're calling me up to get paid; And if you don't get paid then you'll never get laid; But I really don't have any money; I say goodbye; And you'll have to depend on your size; There's a rocket I built; It's under my kilt; It's coming to blow you away. I was a jerk; I did the work for somebody else's dream; I took the chance; I lost my pants; In somebody else's dream tonight. Now I think that I'm going to bed, As the image of you and yer crap leaves my head; Cause it's t-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies; And it doesn't depend on the size; There's a rocket I built; It's under my kilt; It's coming to blow you away. I was a jerk; I did the work for somebody else's dream; I took the chance; I lost my pants; In somebody else's dream tonight Wheatus Index Teenage DirtbagHer name is Noel I have a dream about her She rings my bell. I got gym class in half an hour And oh how she rocks In Keds and tube socks. But she doesn't know who I am. And she doesn't give a damn about me Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby...with me. Ooh. Her boyfriend's a dick 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 IROK And he doesn't know who I am And he doesn't give a damn about me Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Listen to Iron Maiden, baby...with me. Ooh. Ooh yeah...dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'. Man I feel like mold It's prom night and I am lonely lo and behold She's walkin' over to me this must be fake My lip starts to shake How does she know who I am? Why does she give a damn about me? I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don't say maybe. I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby...like you. ooh. Ooh yeah...dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin' Wheatus Index A Little RespectI tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart I'm so in love with you I'll be forever blue That you give me no reason, you know you're making me work so hard That you give me no . . . Soul I hear you calling Oh baby please give a little respect to me. And if I should falter, would you open your arms out to me? We can make love not war, and live in peace with our hearts I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover? Don't you tell me no. . . Soul. I hear you calling Oh baby please, give a little respect to me. I'm so in love with you I'll be forever blue That you give me no reason You know you're making me work so hard That you give me no. Soul. I hear you calling. Oh baby, please give a little respect to me. Oh baby, please give a little respect to me. Wheatus Index Hump 'Em N' Dump'emCough up the rent Mr. Kent And don't try to blame it on the government Your wife is a clown she's in town, she gets with some other guy Are you gonna finish your fat? Cause I'd like to give it to my kitty cat The big fat look is coming back. You skinny people are screwed. And I know you're right Yeah I know it's time. Here we go again another humpem dumpem situation Here we go again another humpem dumpem situation Here we go again, here we go again Now I know what you're like and I don't think I like it. The newspaper says to get bent; Man I'd like to say that to the President He got the L. in the House, I guess he already did She looks like she finished here fat She then turned around and ate my kitty cat She coughed up a hair ball or two and laughed her way to the bank And I know it's right Yeah, I know it's time. Here we go again another humpem dumpem situation Here we go again another humpem dumpem situation Here we go again, here we go again Now I know what you're like and I don't think I like it. Here we go again. Wheatus Index LeroyHe's got the dirtiest shoes that I ever seen Chew on a blunt wipe his butt with a magazine Smokin' his crack wash it down with gasoline Still he push the button, E.F. Hutton when he speaks to me Oh you know he told me "Shake it, don't break it It took too damn long to make it" Leroy is my mojo man Leroy is my mojo man He come he take me by the hand Cause Leroy is my mojo man tonight . . . alright! He's just a pimp with a limp and some vaseline He told me to "Look, over there!" and stole my nectarine Said, "Don't turn your back on me black, I'm a sex machine" Still he push the button E.F. Hutton when he speaks to me Oh you know he told me, "Shake it, don't break it; It took too damn long to make" Leroy is my mojo man Leroy is my mojo man He come he take me by the hand Cause Leroy is my mojo man tonight . . . alright! Oh you know he told me, "Shake it, don't break it, it took too damn long to make it" Wheatus Index Hey, Mr. BrownMan I think it's just a little sleazy You said you was like butter but you're cheesy To treat me like I'm spinner bait you can't wait, go fish off some other dock. Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow. Just compensate me! Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow. Just compensate me! Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow. Just compensate me! You're gonna have to prove it to me. If I don't call you back your head spins If I told you what I think you'd shit your linens "It's just another interview, nothing new" But they don't even know my name. Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow. Just compensate me! Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow. Just compensate me! Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow. Just compensate me! You're gonna have to prove it to me. Wheatus Index Love Is A Mutt From HellThis is a story about a friend of mine He is abnormally intelligent He could bust a phatty rhyme, even when he got up in the blunt But that all changed when the girl who he lives with came to town He let here take him away from me so I had to ask him how That's when he said, "She takes advantage of me! She takes advantage of me! She takes advantage of me! She takes advantage of me! She even knows when I pee! I think eventually she'll make a meal out of me." Because her love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without Your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without One of these days I swear I'm gonna get out 'Til then your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without. That's why I'm talking to you now. Sarah lives with Bradley now, I guess that is how she wants her shit He needed a place to stay, so it's of mutual benefit I stopped by on my way to Pomona yesterday She sat down and spilled her guts to me That's when I thought she would tell me she's gay Instead she said, "He takes advantage of me! He takes advantage of me! He takes advantage of me! He takes advantage of me! He even knows when I pee! I think eventually he'll make a meal out of me." Because her love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without Your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without One of these days I swear I'm gonna get out 'Til then your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without. That's why I'm talking to you now; Talking to; That's why I'm talking to, That's why I'm talking to. Talking to; That's why I'm talking to, That's why I'm talking, talking, talking to you NOW! Because, your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without Wheatus Index Punk Ass BitchShe wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles You stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye You think that cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials But you don't see them later, while in the elevator You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her A man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a, machismo and machasma, it turns into miamsa But you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a Its just a testimony That you're full of bologna, that you're a stupid shit-ass, a meathead, guido, pass-gas That you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch You know you want to spangle, but you can't seem to angle One gives you attitude-a, your reason to be rude-a You think that cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials But you don't see them later, while in the elevator You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her A man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a, machismo and machasma, it turns into miamsa You have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a It's just a testimony, that you're full of bologna, that you're a stupid shit-ass, a meathead, guido, pass gas But you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch Wheatus Index Wannabe GangstarI am a wannabe You better be careful around me I come from far away, where mustang dreams are made And we are fashioned in the image of the Don's who have come before us We all kiss the rings of sand like our fathers told us. 'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack, better go back to far away. Like a lemon pie a la mode, my nine is easy to load Aall hail Jericho Turnpike Teck That's where I go to learn the things about the universe I'll need So I can build a stamped 'Cause I'm all up in your face again, I'm all up in your face. 'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack, better go back to far away. A wannabe gangstar, a victim of the chromosome prankster I thanks ya, I sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair OOH DAMN, I reak of cologne But yo I'm lookin' snappy, I'm nappy, I'm crappy, got jimmy hats from pappy So now I'm trigger happy (Girl did he just rhyme 'crappy' with 'happy'?) Yeah, so you girlies wanna get wit this nit wit, got Cheese Whiz or not? Then I'm a hafta blow up ya mail box BIATCH! Or toilet paper ya front yard, show the cops my Suburbs Card They gotta let me go cause they know that I'm hard It's the deal it's for real, ya betta listen to what I'm tellin' ya . . . 'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar. 'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack, better go back to far away. Wheatus Index |
