Guess that it's time to let you see,
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The evidence on your TV screen,
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Turn it up, sit back, put up your feet,
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uz I think I got you beat.
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Let me warn first cuz we weren't cook,
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We were the only rockers at our school,
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Playin' Cinderella covers cuz there wasn't nothin' else to do,
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Whoa-oo, you know it's true.
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But I won't give in to darkness, I still hold no regrets,
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Cuz I'm Popscotch Party Rock, and stupid 'til the end.
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Ain't it enough to make you sick,
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I know one look would do the trick,
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Give it up, you know ya gotta grin,
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When ya hear those sweet hot licks!
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I've never seen you laugh so hard,
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And I'm worried now that you'll be scarred,
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But the vision of some Kansas kid just rockin' on his pink guitar,
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Whoa-oo like a rock star.
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I'm stupid 'til the end.
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