Her name is Noelle I have a dream about her She rings my bell Got gym class in half an hour Oh, how she rocks In Keds and tube socks But she doesn't know who I am And she doesn't give a damn about me 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirt bag, baby I'm just a teenage dirt bag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me Her boyfriend's a dick And he brings a gun to school And he'd simply kick, My ass if he knew the truth He lives on my block And he drives an I-Roc But he doesn't know who I am He doesn't give a damn about me 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me Oh yeah, dirt bag She doesn't know what she's missing Oh yeah, dirt bag She doesn't know what she's missing Man, I feel like mold It's prom night and I am lonely, Lo' and behold She's walking over to me, This must be fake My lips start to shake How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about-? "I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby, Come with me Friday, don't say maybe, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you" Oh yeah, dirt bag She doesn't know what she's missing Oh yeah, dirt bag She doesn't know what she's missing