Story Behind the Song
The lyrics were tough to come up with, as the basics of the music have been around for years. By focusing on the existing song title, the whole deal about Bobby & his friends jamming in the basement became painfully obvious, and the lyrics became an extension of some personal conversation they were having about some hot girl who doesn't know Bobby exists...the usual teen angst, and condensed into under 2 minutes!
Lyrics
Ask her (NO!)
Go on, ask her (NO!)
Go on, ask her (NO!)
Come on, you gotta try, now
Tell her (NO!)
Go on, tell her (NO!)
Go on, tell her (NO!)
Come on, why you act so shy, now
Shes hot!
(Shes all I got!)
So why she got her hand on Alans
thigh now?
Joanie likes Alan, I think its true
Joanie likes Alan in spite of you
(Yeah, but...she doesn’t have time to mingle
with nice boys perpetually single)
(But I sure like her chiffon dress
that gives me good reason to stare at her breasts!)
Poor boobie...
(Thats BOBBY)
...yeah, whatever...
Touch her (NO!)
Go on, touch her (NO!)
Go on, touch her (NO!)
Come on, touch her right there, and
Kiss her (NO!)
Go on, kiss her (NO!)
Go on, kiss her (NO!)
Come on, play with her hair, man
Youre achin!
(But shes taken...)
Well, I got some news thats real
late breakin
Joanie likes Alan, but dont know why
So Joanie spat right into his eye!
Alan cried, whined, bitched and moaned
But still wont leave the poor girl alone
(You arent saying that just to give me hope
Cuz I dont wanna chance it and look like a dope)
Poor boobie!
(Just leave me alone, man...)
[HEY SHUT UP, IM TRYING TO DO THE SOLO?!?]
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