New Kid (On the Block) - Barenaked Ladies

I didn’t ask to be famous, but I’m not sore

'Cause you can see my face in the window of every store

You can buy my lunchbox, and you can wear my clothes

You can remember my name just as plain as the face under your nose

I’m a New Kid on the Block

Though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach

So we may not write the songs we sing

But look at Elvis, he sold his soul and you crowned him King

I didn’t ask to be famous, but I’m not sad

You see, I’ve got everything that I always wished I had

I thank my managers and I thank the screaming girls

I thank my hairdresser for giving me such beautiful curls

Now I’m a New Kid on the Block

Well I’m twenty-three and they won’t let me grow up

I went down to register fot the draft

Well I got up to the counter and the lady there just laughed

She said «you're a New Kid on the Block

Young girls scream and old boys mock

Well you broke my youngest daughter’s heart

Well I knew you kids were trouble from the start»

I didn’t ask to be famous, but I’m not sure

That we’re as apple pie as you always thought we were

I can stay up all night, and I can have a blast

I can breakdance, I can fight, I can kick your sorry ass

I’m a New Kid on the Block

And though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach

There’s no need to be afraid of us

Though it just might be your daughter on our bus