Το ευφυέστερο ίσως punk τραγούδι όλων των εποχών, από τον “άσπονδο εχθρό” του punk, Frank Zappa…
Hey! I’m only fourteen
Sickly ‘n’ thin
Tried all of my life
Just to grow me a chin
It popped out once
But my dad pushed it in
Why did he hurt me?
He’s my next of kin…
He’s a mex-i-kin
I’m lonely ‘n’ green
Too small for my shirt
If Simmons was here
I could feature my hurt
Scared of the future
Hope I don’t grow
I know nobody likes me
‘Cause everywhere I go
They say NO
They say NO
They say NO
Too small for my shirt
If Simmons was here
I could feature my hurt
Scared of the future
Hope I don’t grow
I know nobody likes me
‘Cause everywhere I go
They say NO
They say NO
They say NO
Now I’m older
Got a place in the town, babe
Got a chin on my shoulder
‘N’ it keeps growing down ‘n’ down ‘n’ down
I’m horny ‘n’ lonely
‘N’ I wish I was dead
Why am I livin’?
I wanna be dead instead
That’s right, I said
I wanna be dead instead
Now dig this:
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
‘Cause that would thrill me
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
‘Cause that would thrill me
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What a pop/jazz music culture genius!
This is MENSA punk-rock!