Story Behind the Song
A song to all of the beautiful Community College girls that never take notice.
Lyrics
Hey there, rude girl, looking so good
short black hair and Doc Marten boots
walking alone to class everyday
wanting to speak to her but can't find a way
Stroll right passed me so many times
hoping someday she'd glance up and catch my eye
How I wish to be noticed by you
but that damn rude girl doesn't have a clue
Flight jacket on, patched up from sleeve to sleeve
when I think about you girl, you know I can't sleep
Checkerboard skirt, black stockings, your tongue is pierced.
You like to hang out, smoke pot, drink lots of beer.
Listen to ska, go to shows, and having fun.
Skanking it up, no pit so there's no fights.
As you drive by, stereo blasting Skatalites.
If I don't have you soon, girl, I'm gonna die.
She seems to be real cool, laid back and smart
Stunning eyes, tattoos, picture perfect smile
My friends tell me, "Ed, go up and talk to her.
Why the hell are you scared of your dream girl?"
"I don't know," I answer stupidly.
Maybe some day she'll come up and talk to me
Go to take action now, it's all in my hands.
Before my rude girl slips off with another man.
©Copyright 1998, Gigolo Big and the Barflies
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