(originally by Wheatus) Her name is Noelle I have a dream about her She rings my bell I got gym cla** in half an hour Oh, how she rocks In keds and tube socks But she doesn't know who I am And she doesn't give a damn about me 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me Her boyfriend's a dick And he brings a gun to school And he'd simply kick My a** if he knew the truth He lives on my block And he drives an IROC But he doesn't know who I am And he doesn't give a damn about me 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin' Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin' Man, I feel like mold It's prom night and I am lonely Lo and behold She's walking over to me This must be fake My lip starts to shake How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby Come with me Friday, don't say "maybe" I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin' Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'