Hey, Mr. Brown - Wheatus

I am a wannabe

You better be careful around me

I come from far away, where mustang dreams are made

And we are fashioned in the image of the Don’s who have come before us

We all kiss the rings of sand like our fathers told us.

'Cause I’m a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack

I’m a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack

I’m a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack, better go back to far away.

Like a lemon pie a la mode, my nine is easy to load

Aall hail Jericho

Turnpike Teck

That’s where I go to learn the things about the universe I’ll need

So I can build a stamped

'Cause I’m all up in your face again, I’m all up in your face.

'Cause I’m a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack

I’m a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack

I’m a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack, better go back to far away.

A wannabe gangstar, a victim of the chromosome prankster

I thanks ya, I sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair

OOH DAMN, I reak of cologne

But yo I’m lookin' snappy, I’m nappy, I’m crappy, got jimmy hats from pappy