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I didn't ask to be famous But I'm not sore You can see my face in the window of every store You can buy my lunch box You can wear my clothes You can see my name its as plain as the face under your nose
CHORUS: I'm a new kid on the block Well I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach And we may not write the songs we sing But look at Elvis he sold his soul and you crowned him king
I DIDNT ASK TO BE FAMOUS BUT IM NOT SAD
YA SEE IVE GOT EVERYTHING THAT I ALWAYS WISHED I HAD
IN FACT ME MIND IS TIRED
IM TIRED OF SCREAMING GIRLS
I THANK MY HAIRDRESSER FOR
GIVING ME SUCH BEAUTIFUL CURLS
NOW IM A NEW KID ON THE BLOCK
WELL IM 23 AND THEY WONT LET ME GROW UP
I WENT DOWN TO REGISTER FOR THE DRAFT
WELL I GOT UP TO THE COUNTER AND
THE LADY THERE JUST LAUGHED
CHORUS:
SHE SAID YOUR A NEW KID ON THE BLOCK
YOUNG GIRLS AND OLD BOYS MOCK
WELL YOU BROKE MY YOUNGEST DAUGHTERS HEART
WELL I KNEW YOU KIDS WERE TROUBLE FROM THE START
I DIDN'T ASK TO BE FAMOUS,BUT I'M NOT SURE
THAT WERE AS APPLE PIE AS YOU ALWAYS THOUGHT WE WERE
I CAN STAY UP ALL NIGHT,I CAN HAVE A BLAST
I CAN BREAKDANCE,I CAN FIGHT,I CAN KICK YOUR SORRY ASS
I'M A NEW KID ON THE BLOCK
AND THOUGH I MAY NOT BE JOHANN SEBASTION BACH
THERES NO NEED TO BE AFRAID OF US
THOUGH IT JUST MIGHT BE YOUR DAUGHTER ON OUR BUS
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