作词: Delonge, Hoppus
作曲: Tom Delonge, Mark Hoppus, and Scott Raynor
Who makes up all the rules
About those girls I want?
Who tells them all to laugh?
Who tells them all
To talk about me?
And I'm not sure what
My purpose is for being here
Why do they, why do they
Always kick me in the groin
It just hurts after a bit
I don't know what I'm feeling
I'm just so sick of seeing
All those dumb, lame,
And retarded broads
Who often just sit kick back
As I am not so relaxed
I often wonder
Why they act so odd
Because no worse a time
When it's just your time to
Think you should
Make your move
It doesn't work
As you're just a jerk
With no excuse
What about that situation
All night procrastination
Taking to the point when
You lead her to her door
There is nothing left
There to say
I guess you best be
On your way
But before you go
You got to do that chore
No worse a time
When it's just your time to
Think you should
Make your move
It doesn't work
As you're just a jerk
With no excuse
Please won't you buy in
I'm always tryin'
I keep on tryin'
There's only so much pride
That I can lose
I hope that when you see me
You see right through me
I'm so sick of endin' up
Without a clue
