WHEATUS - WHEATUS (2000)
You, 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
When your pencil neck breaks
When your bird chest caves in
You, you think yer still a bad ass
You think your still a rough neck
Well let's take this outside
When I look at your face I see dirt
All the sunshine you blow up my ass 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
Cause the thing that I built
It's ripping 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
Cause the thing that I built
It's rippng 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
Her name is Noël
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
Ooohoo hoo hooooooo
Her boyfriend's a dick
He brings a gun to school and 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
Ooohoo hoo hooooooo
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Lo 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
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
Ooohoo hoo hooooooo
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
I 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, that you give me no, soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please, give a little respect, 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 in 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, don't you tell me no
Don't you tell me no, don't you tell me no soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please, give a little respect, give a little respect to me
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no, that you give me no, soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please, give a little respect, give a little respect to me
I hear you calling
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me
Cough 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 hump'em dump'em situation
Here we go again another hump'em dump'em 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 hump'em dump'em situation
Here we go again another hump'em dump'em 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 another hump'em dump'em situation
Here we go again another hump'em dump'em situation
Here we go again, here we go again
Here we go again another hump'em dump'em situation
Here we go again another, another, another
Here we go again, here we go again
Here we go again another hump'em dump'em situation
Here we go again another, another, another
Here we go again, here we go again
Here we go again another hump'em dump'em situation
Here we go again another, another, another
Here we go again, here we go again
Now I know what you're like and I don't think I like it
He'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 some 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 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!
Oh you know he told me, "Shake it, don't break it
It took too damn long to make it"
Shake it, don't break it
It took too damn long to make it
Shake it, don't break it
It took too damn long to make it
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
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!
Man 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 well then 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
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
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
This 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
Till 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
And 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 takes advantage of me
He even knows when I pee
I think eventually he'll make a meal out of me
Because his 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
Till then your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
Talking to, that's why I'm 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 to
That's why I'm talking, talking, talking to you
Because your 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
Till then your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
That's why I'm talking to you now
That's why I'm talking to you now
She 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
It's 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
I 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
All 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
You better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar
You 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
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
Better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar
You better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar
You better go back to Commack
Better go back to far
Better go back to far away