Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Teenage Dirtbag
Her name is Noelle
I had 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

Said "Come on, come on, come on, come on"

I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me
No-oh-oh-oh-oh

Her boyfriend's named Dane
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
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me
No-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh yeah, dirtbag
She doesn't know what she's missing
Oh yeah, dirtbag
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?

Said "Come on, come on, come on
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"
No-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you