El Scorcho, Aye Carumba!

Goddamn you half-Japanese girls

Do it to me every time

Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello

And I'm jello, baby

But you want talk won't look won't think of me

I'm the epitome

Of Public Enemy

Why you wanna go and do me like that?

Come down on the street and dance with me

I'm a lot like you so please

Hello I'm here I'm waiting

I think I'd be good for you

And you you'd be good for me

I asked you to go to the Green Day concert

You said you never heard of them (how cool is that?)

How cool is that?

So I went to your room and read your diary

"Watching grunge leg drop New Jack through a presstable"

And then my heart stopped:

"Listening to Cio-Cio San fall in love all over again."

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How stupid is it

I can't talk about it

I gotta sing about it

And make a record of my heart

How stupid is it

Won't you gimme a minute

Just come up to me

And say hello (to my heart)

How stupid is it

For all I know you want me too

Or maybe you just don't know what to do

And maybe you're scared to say

I'm falling for you

I wish I could get my head outta the sand

'cause I think we'd make a good team

And you would keep my fingernails clean

But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize

'cause I can't even look in your eyes without shakin'

And I ain't fakin'

I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon

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