Dirtbags

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 Oo-o-o-oo-o-oh Her boyfriend's a dick And 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 Oo-o-o-oo-o-oh 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 me? 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 Oo-o-oo-oh Oh yeah, dirtbag No, she doesn't know what she's missing Oh yeah, dirtbag No, she doesn't know what she's missing Songwriters: Brendan Brown Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.