� � 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 kids 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 a Iron Maiden baby with me. � � Her boyfriend's a dick. And he brings it. 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. Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Listen to a Iron Maiden baby with me. � � I am dirtbag. No, she doesn't know what she's missing. I am dirtbag. 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. � �
