Workin' at the pretzel station at the mall
yeah yeah
beautiful lips, like strawberry quik.
I saw your boyfriend, he looks like a dick,
(but) you won't check me out
'cause I work in the back
at the radio shack.
I won't be surprised,
if you don't call me tonight,
'cause I'm lamer than lame,
uncool in every single way.
But your boyfriend makes you want to cry,
don't you think it's time you tried a different kind of guy?
How can I even make you understand,
when I'm wearing the pants with the elastic waistband,
oh no
saw you on the bus,
laughin' with your pretty friends,
I was in back with the retarded kids,
tried to say hello at the high school dance,
(but) then I wet my pants.
I won't be surprised,
if you don't call me tonight,
'cause I'm lamer than lame,
uncool in every single way,
but your boyfriend makes you want to cry,
don't you think it's time you tried a different kind of guy?
We could be happy, I could be the one you're looking for,
I could get a haircut and I'd give up the video games.
No need to explain, why you didn't know my name,
'cause I'm lamer than lame, uncool in every single way,
but your boyfriend makes you want to cry,
don't you think it's time you tried a different kind of guy?
lamer...lamer... wohohohoho