New Kid (On the Block)
I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sore 'Cause you can see my face in the window of every store You can buy my lunch box, and you can wear my clothes You can remember my name just as plain as the face under your nose I'm a new kid on the block Though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach So we may not write the songs we sing But look at Elvis, he sold his soul and You crowned him king I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sad You see, I've got everything that I always wished I had I thank my manager and I thank the screaming girls, oh I thank my hairdresser for giving me such beautiful curls Now I'm a new kid on the block Well I'm twenty-three and they won't let me grow up I went down to register for the draft Well I got up to the counter, and the lady there just laughed She said you're a new kid on the block Young girls scream and old boys mock Well you broke my youngest daughter's heart Well I knew you kids were trouble from the start I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sure That we're as apple pie as you always thought we were I can stay up all night, and I can have a blast I can breakdance, I can fight, I can kick your sorry ass I'm a new kid on the block And 'though I may not be Johann Sebastian Back Well there's no need to be afraid of us Though it just might be your daughter on our bus I'm a new kid on the block (step one, that was fun) And 'though I may not be Johann Sebastian Back (think of what you say, think of what you do) Well there's no need to be afraid of us (whoa, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh) Though it just might be your daughter on our bus (hey, yeah, hey)
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