His name is Billie Joe, I have a dream about him He rings my bell, I got gym class in half an hour Oh, how he rocks in Converse and tube socks But he doesn't know who I am, and he doesn't give a damn about me

Lo and behold, he's walkin' over to me This must be fake, my lip starts to shake How does he know who I am? And why does he give a damn about me?

“I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden. Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe”