I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sore.

'Cause you can see my face in the window of every store.

You can buy my lunchbox, and you

can wear my clothes,

You can remember my name just

as plain as the face under your nose.

I'm a New Kid on the Block,

'though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach.

So we may not write the songs we sing,

but look at Elvis, he sold his sould

and you crowned him King.

I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sad,

You see, I've got everything that I

always wished I had.

I thank my manager and I thank

the screaming girls,

I thank my hairdresser for giving

me such beautiful curls.

Now I'm a New Kid on the Block,

well I'm twenty-three and they

won't let me grow up.

I went down to register for the draft,

well I got up to the counter, and

the lady there just laughed,

She said 'You're a New Kid on the Block,

young girls scream and old boys mock,

well, you broke my youngest daughter's heart.

I knew you Kids were trouble from the start.'

I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sure

that we're as apple pie as you

always thought we were.

I can stay up all night. I can have a blast.

I can breakdance, I can fight, I

can kick your sorry ass.

I'm a New Kid on the Block,

and 'though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach,

there's no need to be afraid of us

'though it just might be your

daughter on the bus.