I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sore.
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'Cause you can see my face in the window of every store.
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You can buy my lunch box, and you can wear my clothes,
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You can remember my name just as plain as the face under your nose.
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I'm a new kid on the Block,
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'though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach.
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So we may not write the songs we sing,
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but look at Elvis, he sold his soul and
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you crowned him King.
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I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sad,
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You see, I've got everything that I always wished I had.
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I thank my manager and I thank the screaming girls,
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I thank my hairdresser for giving me such beautiful curls.
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Now I'm a New Kid on the Block,
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well I'm twenty-three and they won't let me grow up.
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I went down to register for the draft,
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well I got up to the counter, and the lady there just laughed.
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She said You're a New Kid on the Block,
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young girls scream and old boys mock,
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well you broke my youngest daughter's heart.
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I knew you kids were trouble from the start.
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I didn't ask to be famous, but I'm not sure
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that we're as apple pie as you always thought we were.
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I can stay up all night. I can have a blast.
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I can breakdance, I can fight, I can kick your sorry ass.
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I'm a New Kid on the Block,
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and 'though I may not be Johann Sebastian Back,
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there's no need to be afraid of us
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'though it just might be your daughter on our bus.
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New Kid (On The Block)
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| Barenaked Ladies |
