I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter;
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart;
I'm so in love with you;
I'll be forever blue;
That you give me no reason,
you know you're making me work so hard;
That you give me no . . . Soul;
I hear you calling;
Oh baby please give a little respect to me.
 
And if I should falter,
would you open your arms out to me?
We can make love not war,
and live in peace with our hearts;
I'm so in love with you; I'll be forever blue;
What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover?
Don't you tell me no. . . Soul;
I hear you calling; Oh baby please,
give a little respect to me.
 
I'm so in love with you;
I'll be forever blue;
That you give me no reason,
you know you're making me work so hard;
That you give me no. . . Soul;
I hear you calling; Oh baby please,
give a little respect to me;
Oh baby please,
give a little respect to me.

She wriggles and she wraggles,
she jiggles and she jaggles
You stand and watch her pass by,
your line of vision ass-eye
You think that cause she smiles,
that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later,
while in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger,
you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town-a,
get funky,
let's get down-a,
machismo and machasma,
it turns into miamsa
But you have got no class,
no style, no social skills,
no comprehension

I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch

You open up your mouth-a,
amazed at what comes out-a Its just a testimony
That you're full of bologna,
that you're a stupid shit-ass,
a meathead, guido, pass-gas
That you have got no class,
no style, no social skills,
no comprehension

I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch

You know you want to spangle,
but you can't seem to angle
One gives you attitude-a,
your reason to be rude-a
You think that cause she smiles,
that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later,
while in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger,
you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town-a,
get funky,
let's get down-a,
machismo and machasma,
it turns into miamsa
You have got no class,
no style,
no social skills,
no comprehension 
You open up your mouth-a,
amazed at what comes out-a 
It's just a testimony,
that you're full of bologna,
that you're a stupid shit-ass,
a meathead, guido, pass gas
But you have got no class,
no style, no social skills,
no comprehension

I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch

Her name is Noel, I've had a dream about her, She rings my bell,

I got gym class in half an hour; Oh how she rocks in Keds and tube socks,
but she doesn't know who I am; And she doesn't give a damn about me.
 
Chorus
Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me. Ooohoo Hoo Hooooooo
 
Her boyfriend's a dick; He brings a gun to school and
he'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth;
He lives on my block; He drives and I rock; But he doesn't know who I am
and he doesn't give a damn about me.
 
Chorus
Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me. Ooohoo Hoo Hooooooo

Oh yeah, Dirtbag; No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
Oh yeah, Dirtbag; No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
 
Man I feel like mold; It's prom night and I am lonely;
Lo 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 . . .
 
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 . . . Ooohoo Hoo Hooooooo
 
Oh yeah, Dirtbag; No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
Oh yeah, Dirtbag; No, she doesn't know what she's missing.