1, 2, 3, and 4, She fluffs her hair She hits the floor, Spandex pants, Wide pink belt, She’s got the 80’s metal down, I don’t get why anyone, Would want to repeat this more than once, And I, I'm just stupefied
[Chorus:] And she's heading for the disco, I think I'll keep my distance, Airhead on the run, Suburban fun,
5,6,7,8 She wished Bret Michaels was her date, Trying so hard to be old school, But goddamn Poison was never cool, I don’t get why anyone would wanna dress up as an 80’s whore, She goes na na na na na na na, And I I'm just stupefied,