Ugly Duckling - McCafferty

There once was an ugly duckling With feathers all stubby and brown And the other birds said in so many words Get out of town Get out, get out, get out of town And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack In a flurry of eiderdown That poor little ugly duckling Went wandering far and near But at every place they said to his face Now get out, get out, get out of here And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack And a very unhappy tear All through the wintertime he hid himself away Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed You're a very fine swan indeed! A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on! And he said yes, you're a swan Take a look at yourself in the lake and you'll see And he looked, and he saw, and he said I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee! I'm not such an ugly duckling No feathers all stubby and brown For in fact these birds in so many words said The best in town, the best, the best The best in town Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back And a head so noble and high Say who's an ugly duckling? Not I! Not I!

1, 2, 3... This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba Yo man, I'm living grandiose, puffin' on an Ambassador Paid in full, kill the bull, like a matador Flash the cash, make my album cover shinier My head's spinning like a discus, and if this is (just a little samba) Then I'm straight, with the seven-course meal on my plate I put my leftovers in the doggie bag I got moves like Mr. Miyagi had With the "wax off, wax on", I'll play you like Zaxxon Girls love my songs, sunbathing on the back lawn "You look marvelous" C'mon young lady, get in the car with us, superstar deluxe (hey!) I'm always animated cause my game's so tight, that I keep it laminated Well, if that's true, why you living with ya mama? Shh! It's just a little samba This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba Yo, I make all the money No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I put it down on fools! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (man) No you don't! You might spot me in Versace suits When I'm at award shows paparazzi shoot I own a fly home, four-car garage With rides for me and my entourage Hold up, I got a email It's a female Girls pressing on me like Lee Nail I make the hits that you hear on the jukebox (so?) Chicks come hotter than Arizona rooftops I got this one, she's a Playmate When I met her she was looking at my gold Dizzy nameplate But I had to vacate, I said "I'm gonna miss our date cause my plane's late" (Plane?) Yeah, I own a plane and I also bought a yacht So I scuba in Bermuda when the weather gets hot And I travel a lot The why you livin' with ya mama? Man, it's just a little samba! This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba I make all the money No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I got my own sitcom! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (what?) No you don't! I star in the movies No you don't I run my own label No you don't Man, I only date models No you don't (huh?) No you don't (hey?) No you don't! Man, I got more property than Monopoly No you don't Man, I drive a flying car! No, no you don't Man, I got two pet sharks Your mom lets you have sharks in the house? Man, ge- wha-? C'mon man, the song's over man

Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Louder, louder Louder, louder Louder, louder Watch your ears, we're gonna drop the bomb Plug it in, turn it on, turn it up, come on Yo Greg, put us in the red, shake a leg Cause we gotta get it loud enough to wake the dead Even in a library or an old folks home We raise the low tone till the speaker's blown Overloaded to the max, song one to the final track On ten and eleven is a spinal tap When you rock just let the fiber optics Pound so they can knock you down like drop kicks Your head spinnin, your heartbeat's irregular Eardrums ringin, so words don't register It's not classical, jazz or easy listening This one is to be blasted like nitroglycerine Don't be a shamed, let the bass sustain Then press the? till people complain We gonna. Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Louder, louder Louder, louder Louder, louder (And I like it, and I like it) (Louder and watch your watts explode) (Turn your radio up loud) Now there's only way to play it, that's (louder) Loud enough to turn your brain to clam chowder We find levels that others overlook To push and make the system overcook I had a heavy metal neighbor, it used to be torture My mother told him turn it down but he just ignored her So I turned our speakers till they cornered his house Turn it up to ten and now he's movin out When I'm in my room I pump the volume And play it so loud you can hear it on the moon See, my sound system is world renowned Until the cops come around, then I turn it down Cool, it's okay, go 'head and press play He gave his little speech, now he's drivin away When the people next door say they heard enough Pretend you didn't catch that, turn it up We gonna. Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Louder, louder Louder, louder Louder, louder LOUDER (And I like it, and I like it) (Loud music for your neighbors) (Turn your radio up loud) (And I like it, and I like it) (The music comes on, strong, slammin) (Turn your radio up loud)

Slept in your room With your friends on the inside Needed some air So I slept on the outside Down on the couch With your boyfriend I need this The smell of his hair And the taste of his lips I hide in the closet But I'm not a faggot My friends never found out My mom was a Christian My dad is an alchie I bet that he kills me I don't know how God thinks But God, do you love me? I don't know how God thinks But God, do you love me? I don't know how God thinks But God, do you love? She says I need a certain satisfaction kind It's something you could never give to my type She said I need a certain satisfaction kind It's something you could never give to my To my, to my Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Just string me up, two or three Just string me up, down by the trees Just burn my pants, I'm such a freak A fucking faggot that never sees Just string me up, to retreat Just string me up, down by the trees Just burn my pants, I'm such a freak I'm such a freak, I'm such a freak She says I need a certain satisfaction kind It's something you could never give to my type She said I need a certain satisfaction kind It's something you could never give to my To my, to my To my, to my To my, to yours To my, to my To my, to yours Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey!) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Fuck!

Sunflower broke, stem is bent at an angle If good boys smoke good drugs, then, consider me an angel Snap-back forward, tree house of horrors Deal drugs to your kids and your parents pay for it Disconnected families with cell phones at dinner Teachers, mum, dad, God are all mad at the sinner Draw pictures in my notebook, when I'm supposed to be learning Pop a Xanax before class to keep my thoughts from hurting Write a suicide note when I get home, wishing you all goodbye If I am a ghost now, then, why still can't I fly? Always stare out my window and wish I were somewhere else My depression likes to put my dreams on the shelf Am I not cool like the other bands, because I don't write about love? Art is supposed to scare you, and I've got blood in my lungs I'm not sad, but I'm not exactly happy yet either Unless I live forever, I have to keep writing this shit My biggest fear is that I will be forgotten The grass will grow over my gravestone and nobody will bother You know the beautiful thoughts that you always think? Nobody will hear them (hear them) again And I will never be your alibi And I will never be your alibi And I will never be your alibi And I will never be your alibi And I will never be your alibi And I will never be your alibi And I will never be your alibi And I will never be your alibi

I never said what I thought when I should've I never took the time to make things right But these hallways they're dim and they're weak And these thoughts on my mind make my mind really weak But the older I get, the younger I feel The more I miss you And these wounds never heal But I hear that your love it never gets old I'm buried alive through all of my tragedy I hear that your love it never gets old I'm buried alive through all of my tragedy I hear that your love it never gets old I'm buried alive through all of my tragedy I will not forget But I will not forgive you My son holds hands with God and the devil, now My son holds hands with God and the devil, now Hold on, don't wait up for me Because I am digging deep for me And hold on, don't wait for me Because I am digging deep I hope I forget 'em Why can't I just say I'm sorry? Hold my hands up, tell my story Why can't I just say I'm sorry? Hold my hands up, tell my story Why can't I just say I'm sorry? Hold my hands up, tell my story Why can't I just say I'm sorry? Hold my hands up, tell my story