| Western white kid |
| | words: Marco Roelofs
He was jus fourteen and he was white
A smart person? yes. A hero? Oh no not quite
He had no friends, he was always on his own
He wasn't accepted, he wasn't full-grown
Ugly, spoiled, pimpled, western, white kid
With knock-kneed legs.
In school the kids always kicked his ass
Because he played the guitar instead of smoking grass
The pimples where all over his ugly face
If he smiled they jumped all different ways
Ugly, spoiled, pimpled, western, white kid
With knock-kneed legs
They called him a nerd, they called him a dweep
He had his pride and they never made him weep
They all humbled him, even the busschool driver
Altough they tought he was a loser, he was a survivor
Ugly, spoiled, pimpled, western, white kid
With knock-kneed legs
* A song about feeling lonely in a group. The kid in this song isn't accepted by the other kids af his age, only because he is smart and ugly |
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