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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