Popscotch Party Rock by Ultimate Fakebook
Guess that it's time to let you see,
The evidence on your TV screen,
Turn it up, sit back, put up your feet,
Uz I think I got you beat.
Let me warn first cuz we weren't cook,
We were the only rockers at our school,
Playin' Cinderella covers cuz there wasn't nothin' else to do,
Whoa-oo, you know it's true.
But I won't give in to darkness, I still hold no regrets,
Cuz I'm Popscotch Party Rock, and stupid 'til the end.
Ain't it enough to make you sick,
I know one look would do the trick,
Give it up, you know ya gotta grin,
When ya hear those sweet hot licks!
I've never seen you laugh so hard,
And I'm worried now that you'll be scarred,
But the vision of some Kansas kid just rockin' on his pink guitar,
Whoa-oo like a rock star.
I'm stupid 'til the end.