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 lunch box 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 manager and I thank the screaming girls
Ooh, 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
Oh, I went down to register for 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
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, I can have a blast
I can break-dance, 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

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