Suburban Gothic Page #8
I met a girl there
and she almost knocked me dead
Punk rock girl,
please look at me
What do you see?
Let's travel
'round the world
Just you and me,
punk rock girl
I tapped her on the shoulder
and said do you have a beau?
She looked at me and smiled
and said she did not know
Punk rock girl, give me
a chance, let's go slam dance
We'll dress
like minnie pearl
Just you and me,
punk rock girl
We went to
And ordered some hot tea
The waitress said, "well,
no, we only have it iced"
So we jumped up on the table
and shouted "anarchy"
boys song on the jukebox
It was "California dreamin" '
so we started screamin'
"On such a winter's day"
She took me to her parents
for a sunday meal
Her father took one look
at me
And he began to squeal
Punk rock girl,
it makes no sense
Your dad
is the vice president
Rich as the Duke of Earl
Yeah, You're for me,
punk rock girl
We went to a shopping mall
And laughed
at all the shoppers
And security guards trailed us
to a record shop
We asked for mojo Nixon
They said,
"he don't work here"
We said,
"if you don't got mojo Nixon
Then your store
could use some fixin"'
We got into a car,
away we started Rollin'
I said,
"how much you pay for this?"
She said,
"nothing, man, it's stolen"
Punk rock girl,
you look so wild
Let's have a child
We'll name her minnie pearl
Just you and me,
eating fudge banana swirl
Just you and me,
we'll travel 'round the world
Just you and me
Punk rock girl
Not sure it's my business,
but here's what I have to say
And when we talk about it
and I'm through with you, baby
I'm through telling you
Because you ain't
never gonna believe
You best start believin'
I'm gonna be leavin'
If you don't listen to me
Now, I said, "I LA-LA-LA-LA
love you, baby "
and I think
You're really cool"
And if I love you...
So I left you
on a Friday night
By sunday you were sad
And suddenly
you were believing
It was the best
that I ever had
I held your hand
We walked down
by those train tracks, baby
And we cruised down
the Avenue
And when I saw you
dancing... Baby
Well, I felt that I knew
it was you
I said, "I LA-LA-LA-LA
love you, baby "
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