Teenage Dirtbag
Her name is Noelle, I have a dream about her
She rings my bell, I got gym class in half an hour
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
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Her boyfriend's a - and he brings a - to school
And he'd simply kick my -ss 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, maybe with me?
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh 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?
And 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-ooh-ooh
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missin', yeah
She rings my bell, I got gym class in half an hour
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
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Her boyfriend's a - and he brings a - to school
And he'd simply kick my -ss 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, maybe with me?
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh 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?
And 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-ooh-ooh
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missin', yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Brown
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