♪♪♪ Saw you at JFK with your dreadlocks and your pretty little face, boy, meet me at the gate, boy, meet me at the gate, take me out to dinner when you get to L.A.Well, I messaged the wrong kid on the internet, yeah, it's an accident when you both play in a punk rock band and you both fell for the same woman.Oh, yeah, I wanna know, can I have you, oh, yeah, I wanna know, yeah, I wanna know, can I have you, can I have you, ohI went over to the crib, right, in Chinatown, baby, where these motherfuckers live, right, and I walked in my genie with this big hair and this golden teepeeNow the other one won't look at me, now the other one won't look at me, well, how am I supposed to choose? I'm a junkie for the both of youOh, yeah, I wanna know, can I have you, oh, yeah, I wanna know, yeah, I wanna know, can I have you, can I have you, ohI want Gene on Monday and Jimmy on Tuesday and on Wednesday, can't we all just get along?Oh, yeah, I wanna know, can I have you, oh, yeah, I wanna know, yeah, I wanna know, can I have you, can I have you, ohOh, yeah, I wanna know, can I have you, oh, yeah, I wanna know, yeah, I wanna know, yeah, I wanna know, can I have you, oh