Planet Drool

Bratty, bitchy Money hungry Ruin the fun for everybody You're not punk You're not queer Nobody even wants you here! People stare in my direction Am I disrupting your sausage fest? I think I'm under inspection What's wrong, hun? You seem distressed You wish I wouldn't say a single word But when you talk you sound so dull Do I make you feel inferior? What's wrong hun? You seem uncomfortable No need to pretend I'm not your girlfriend You heard what I said I'm not your girlfriend Please won't you help me carry my amp? It's too heavy for my lady hands What do all these little knobs mean? I'm too stupid for the music scene Wе will never play by your rules Wе'll kick your ass to Planet Drool You are such a goddamn prick Eat my ass and suck my dick, woo! No need to pretend I'm not your girlfriend You heard what I said I'm not your girlfriend (They'd be a good opener) (Yeah, we should ask them to open for us) 1, 2, 3, 4! No (no) need (need) to (to) pretend I'm (I'm) not (not) your (your) girlfriend You (you) heard (heard) what (what) I said I'm (I'm) not (not) your (your) girlfriend