Popscotch Party Rock — текст песни (Ultimate Fakebook)

Guess that it`s time to let you see,
The evidence on your TV screen,
Turn it up, sit back, put up your feet,
uz I think I got you beat.
Let me warn first cuz we weren`t cook,
We were the only rockers at our school,
Playin` Cinderella covers cuz there wasn`t nothin` else to do,
Whoa-oo, you know it`s true.
But I won`t give in to darkness, I still hold no regrets,
Cuz I`m Popscotch Party Rock, and stupid `til the end.
Ain`t it enough to make you sick,
I know one look would do the trick,
Give it up, you know ya gotta grin,
When ya hear those sweet hot licks!
I`ve never seen you laugh so hard,
And I`m worried now that you`ll be scarred,
But the vision of some Kansas kid just rockin` on his pink guitar,
Whoa-oo like a rock star.
I`m stupid `til the end.