Wuss - King Missile

I was a teenage wuss

In junior high school, I had oily, stringy hair and lots of pimples

I wore really wussy clothes

Most of the other kids called me a faggot

Even some of the other wusses called me a faggot

There was maybe five kids in the whole school who were wussier than I was

I was really wussed out

I was afraid of girls, and guys scared the shit out of me

They used to say to me, «What are you, fucking queer?»

They wanted me to fight, to prove I wasn’t a faggot

But I didn’t fight, I ran away

I was a wuss

I was never into any sports at all

I never took showers after gym class

I wore my gym clothes under my regular clothes

So I wouldn’t have to change in front of everybody else

I was afraid to realize my full potential in school

Because, to the other kids

The smarter you were

The wussier you were

I was a hopeless wuss

Wuss, wuss, wuss

I was into science fiction and math and chess

It was not fun being a wuss, and even now

Now that I’m not nearly as much of a wuss as I once was

I still feel kind of wussy from time to time

Residual wussiness

The kind of thing you can never really leave behind

That’s the way it goes