Punk A** B*** lyrics

Artist  : Wheatus 
Song : Punk A** B***



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She wriggles and she wraggles
She jiggles and
she jaggles
You stand and watch her pass
by
Your line of vision ass-eye
You think
that 'cause she smiles
That you turn all her
dials
But you don't see them later
While in
the elevator
You nag her and you swagger
You
think you're gonna shag her
A man about the
town-a
Get funky, let's get down-a
Machismo
and machasma
It turns into miamsa
But you
have got no class, no style, no socials skills,
no comprehension

Chorus:
I can't deal
with this idiot
Yeah I must admit that he's a
punk ass bitch

You open up your
mouth-a
Amazed at what comes out-a
It's
just a testimony
That you're full of
bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A
meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no
class, no style, no socials skills, no
comprehension

Chorus x2

You know
you want to spangle
But you can't seem to
angle
One gives you attitude-a
Your reason
to be rude-a
You think that 'cause she
smiles
That you turn all her dials
But you
don't see them later
While in the
elevator
You nag her and you swagger
You
think you're gonna shag her
A man about the
town-a
Get funky, let's get down-a
Machismo
and machasma
It turns into miamsa
But you
have got no class, no style, no socials skills,
no comprehension

You open up your
mouth-a
Amazed at what comes out-a
It's
just a testimony
That you're full of
bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A
meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no
class, no style, no socials skills, no
comprehension

Chorus x2