Barenaked Ladies - New Kid lyrics
[Barenaked Ladies - New Kid lyrics]
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 lunchbox
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 managers and I
Thank the screaming girls
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 fot 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 Bach
There's no need to be afraid of us
Though it just might be your
Daughter on our bus
'Cause you can see my face in
The window of every store
You can buy my lunchbox
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 managers and I
Thank the screaming girls
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 fot 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 Bach
There's no need to be afraid of us
Though it just might be your
Daughter on our bus