ACNE - BOB DYLAN
. . . . . . . . . rep. ad lib.
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Do wop, do wop,
Do do do wop, do do do wop,
Do do do wop, do do do wop,
Do do do wop, do do do wop,
Do do do wa, ah
[two more rounds in the same manner]
You say you'd ask me,
You said you'd ask me,
You said you'd ask me
To the senior prom. [Elliott: "Say something!"]
Found out I had acne,
Now you won't ask me,
'Cause I have acne,
To the senior prom, Oooh...
. . .
Get me a shotgun
. . . . . .
Twenty-two rocket
. . .
I got it for my birthday
I'll kill my parents
'Cause they don't understand,
They don't think of a teenager at all