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.
Her boyfriend's a dick
And he brings a gun to school.
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
Maybe with me.
Oh yeah, too bad. No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
Oh yeah, too bad. No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
Man, I feel like mold.
It's prom night and I am lonely.
Low 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"
Oh yeah, dirtbag. No, she doesn't know what's she's missing.
Oh yeah, dirtbag. No, she doesn't know what's she's missing.
Her name is Noelle.