El Scorcho

(El Scorcho, Ay carumba!) Goddamn, you half-Japanese girls, do it to me every time. Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello, and I'm jello, baby. But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me; I'm the epitome, of Public Enemy. Why you wanna go and do me like that? Come down on the street and dance with me. I'm a lot like you so please. Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (oh) I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me. I asked you to go to the Green Day concert; you said you never heard of them. (How cool is that) How cool is that? So I went to your room and read your diary. "Watching Grunge leg-drop New Jack" through a press table. And then my heart stopped "listening to Cio-Cio San", fall in love all over again. (Oww!) I'm a lot like you so please. Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (oh, it's crazy now) I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me. How stupid is it? I can't talk about it. I gotta sing about it. And make a record of, (my heart) How stupid is it? Won't you gimme a minute? Just come up to me, and say hello. (to my heart) How stupid is it? For all I know you want me too; and maybe you just don't know what to do; And maybe you're scared to say: "I'm falling for you." I wish I could get my head outta the sand, 'cause I think we'd make a good team, And you would keep my fingernails clean. But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize, 'cause I can't even look in your eyes without shakin', and I ain't fakin'. I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon. I'm a lot like you so please. Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (waiting, oh) I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me. (I'm a lot like you) I'm a lot like you. (I'm a lot like you) I'm waiting, oh. I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me. (Woo-ho)