Teenage Dirtbag - Unfinished

I've got bad style, no clean clothes.
Dirty hands, dirty face.
Dirty place, dirty man.
A face conspiring,
a look, a laugh,
a smile so compromising.



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Who am I, big surprise.
Who am I that you despise?
A teenage dirtbag in disguise.
Teenage dirtbag.
A teen age dirt bag.
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Hide your sister's or lock your daughters away.
Who was it that said that crime doesn't pay?
Look at me, look where I stand.
Lying in the dirt.
Wrap me up real tight.
I've a present for you all.
A bag quite full of treats,
of gifts and lies that all your family eats.

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Who am I, big surprise.
Who am I that you despise?
A teenage dirtbag in disguise.
Teenage dirtbag.
A teen age dirt bag.
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It's so easy for me to live this way.
A life worth living and a price not hard to pay.
All the drugs and drinking in a package oh so sweet.
All the music and violence at a pace to hard to meet.

So hide your sister's and lock your daughter's away.
And swallow that key or else their will be hell to pay.