What´s with these homies dissin´ my girl
Why do they gotta front
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent

[Ooh-Ooh] But you know I´m yours
[Ooh-Ooh] And I know you´re mine
And that´s why...

We-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you´re Mary Tyler Moore
I don´t care what they say about us anyway
I don´t care about that

Don´t you ever fear; I´m always there
I know that you need help
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit
You need a guardian

Bang-bang knockin´ on the door
Another bang-bang get down on the floor
Oh no, what do we do
Don´t look now but I lost my shoe
I can´t run and I can´t kick
Whatsa matter babe, are you feelin´ sick
Whatsa matter, whatsa matter, whatsa matter with you
Whatsa matter, babe, are you feelin´ blue