Her name is Noelle,

I have 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.



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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;

and drives an IROC;

But he doesn't know who I am

and he doesn't give a damn about me.



Chorus



Oh yeah, Dirtbag;

No, she doesn't know what she's missin.

Oh yeah, Dirtbag;

No, she doesn't know what she's missin.



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 . . .

(she said)

"I've got 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.