Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox — 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 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 mould 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 me? She says, "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