Guess that its time to let you see,
The evidence on your TV screen,
Turn it up, sit back, put up your feet,
uz I think I got you beat.
Let me warn first cuz we werent cook,
We were the only rockers at our school,
Playin Cinderella covers cuz there wasnt nothin else to do,
Whoa-oo, you know its true.
But I wont give in to darkness, I still hold no regrets,
Cuz Im Popscotch Party Rock, and stupid til the end.
Aint it enough to make you sick,
I know one look would do the trick,
Give it up, you know ya gotta grin,
When ya hear those sweet hot licks
Ive never seen you laugh so hard,
And Im worried now that youll be scarred,
But the vision of some Kansas kid just rockin on his pink guitar,
Whoa-oo like a rock star.
Im stupid til the end.