Bang! Bang! I’m always near. You need a guardian.
I can’t run and I can’t kick, another big bang, what’s a matter babe?
You know I’m yours, are you feelin’ sick?
And I know you’re mine, What do we do?
Oh No! Your tongue is twisted, I know that you need help.
Your eyes are slit. I look just like Buddy Holly.
Are you feelin’ blue?
I don’t care ‘bout that .
*Original lyrics by Weezer, mash up by me.
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