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 youcan wear my clothes,
You can remember my name justas 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 souldand you crowned him King.I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sad,
You see, I've got everything that Ialways wished I had.I thank my manager and I thankthe screaming girls,I thank my hairdresser for givingme such beautiful curls.
Now I'm a New Kid on the Block,well I'm twenty-three and theywon't let me grow up.I went down to register for the draft,well I got up to the counter, andthe 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.I knew you Kids were trouble from the start.'I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not surethat we're as apple pie as youalways thought we were.I can stay up all night. I can have a blast.I can breakdance, I can fight, Ican 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 yourdaughter on the bus.
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