His name is Noel
I have a dream about him
He rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hourOh, how he rocks
In shorts and tube socks
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 Iron Maiden
Baby, with me, oohHis girlfriend's a bitch
She brings a gun to school
And she'd simply kick
My ass if she knew the truthShe lives on my block
She drives and I rock
And 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 Iron Maiden
Baby, with me, oohOh yeah, dirtbag
No, he doesn't know what he's missing
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, he doesn't know what he's missingMan, I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
He's walking over to meThis must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does he know who I am?
And why does he 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, oohOh yeah, dirtbag
No, he doesn't know what he's missing
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, he doesn't know what he's missing
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