Whad-a-ya do with a girl like Sheena Johnson?
Kills her dad, loves her mom, makes a bomb
Throws it thru the door of the boy’s locker room
Number one in class, will kick your ass
Whad-a-ya do with a girl like that?
I’m living next door, doing a chore
Suddenly there she is in the driveway
Wearing a shredded washrag, calling me a fuckin’ fag
My God, what am I supposed to do?
Here’s the girl next door making me her bottom floor
I’m working hard to be to be to be a man
She laughs & dares me to jump outta the frying pan
The towers collapse in two-thousand-&-one
There’s Sheena standing there ~ the daughter of a machine gun
Stands there in my driveway as if the Princess of Mars
Enlists in the army & I follow, my eyes full of stars!