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Monday, August 18, 2003
I was just listening to Z100 and Bowling for Soup's "The Girl All The Bad Guys Want" came on, and...well, just let me post the lyrics here without comment, except to say that it's a lot more joycore than, say, Good Charlotte.
8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin' To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me. Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring, She wears a two way, but I'm not quite sure what that means. And when she walks, All the wind blows and the angels sing. She doesn't notice me! Cause she is watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in her eyes CHORUS: It's like a bad movie She is lookin' through me If you were me, then you'd be Screamin' "Someone shoot me!" As I fail miserably, Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want. She's the girl all the bad guys want! She likes the godsmack and I like agent orange Her cd changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad She says she'd like to score some reefer and a forty She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have And when she walks, All the wind blows and the angels sing. She'll never notice me! Cause she is watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in her eyes She likes 'em with a mustache Racetrack season pass Drivin' in a Trans-Am Does a mullet make a man? CHORUS There she goes again With fishnets on, and dreadlocks in her hair She broke my heart, I wanna be sedated All I wanted was to see her naked! Now I am watchin' wrestling Tryin' to be a tough guy Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in my eyes I can't grow a mustache And I ain't got no season pass All I got's a moped...moped....moped..... CHORUS She's the girl all the bad guys want! I know, I shouldn't like the mall-punk, but we all know I love the pop-punk, and musical (and commercial) concerns aside, this is an impressively crafted set of lyrics--it's a lot of words for a punk song / radio hit, and the variations are witty and the whole thing is funny as hell--and goddamnit, I mean that. I especially like "but I'm not quite sure what that means" and "singers that are mad at their dad." I mean, it's no "Flagpole Sitta" or "Punk Rock Girl," but hey, it's kinda fun.
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