Wheatus Punk A** B**** lyrics

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

I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a** b****

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

I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a** b****
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a** b****


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

I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a** b****
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a** b****