September '75 I was 47 Inches high My mom said by Christmas I would have A badass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class Now I'm big and important One angry dwarf And two hundred solemn faces Are you If you really want to see me Check the papers and the T.V. Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass goodbye Don't give me that bullshit You know who I am I'm your nightmare little man Vic you stole my lunch money Made me cry. Jane remember second grade Said you couldn't stand my face Rather than kiss me you said You'd rather die You'll be sorry one day Yes you will, yes you will You shouldn't push me around Cause I will, yes I will You will be sorry when I'm big Yes you will, yes you will You will be sorry Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye (? something about payback?) Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now (You should be paying me, Vic!) September 75, I was 47 inches high. . . September 75, September 75. . .