More songs by Wheatus
Description
Composer, Lyricist: Brendan Brown
Guitar, Vocal: Brendan B. Brown
Harmonica, Keyboards, Percussion, Producer, Recording Engineer: Philip A. Jimenez
Bass, Vocal: Richard W. Liegey
Mixing Engineer: David Thoener
Background Vocal, Drums: Peter Brown
Mastering Engineer: George Marino
Lyrics and translation
Original
When I look at your face, I see dirt.
All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt.
And I don't really mind if I'm nothing in your eyes. It's no surprise, mami.
There's a rocket I built, it's under my kilt.
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work for somebody else's dream.
I took the chance, I lost my pants in somebody else's dream tonight.
Now you're calling me up to get paid.
And if you don't get paid, then you never get laid.
But I really don't have any money. I say goodbye, and you'll have to depend on your size.
'Cause the thing that I built, it's ripping my kilt.
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work for somebody else's dream.
I took the chance, I lost my pants in somebody else's dream tonight.
Now
I think that I'm going to bed, as the image of you and your crap leaves my head.
'Cause it's T-minus twenty tomorrow, the rocket flies, and it doesn't depend on the size.
'Cause the thing that I built, it's ripping my kilt.
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work for somebody else's dream.
I took the chance, I lost my pants in somebody else's dream tonight.
Oooh, oooh, oooh waah.
Oooh, oooh, oooh waaaah!
English translation
When I look at your face, I see dirt.
All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt.
And I don't really mind if I'm nothing in your eyes. It's no surprise, mami.
There's a rocket I built, it's under my kilt.
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work for somebody else's dream.
I took the chance, I lost my pants in somebody else's dream tonight.
Now you're calling me up to get paid.
And if you don't get paid, then you never get laid.
But I really don't have any money. I say goodbye, and you'll have to depend on your size.
'Cause the thing that I built, it's ripping my kilt.
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work for somebody else's dream.
I took the chance, I lost my pants in somebody else's dream tonight.
Now
I think that I'm going to bed, as the image of you and your crap leaves my head.
'Cause it's T-minus twenty tomorrow, the rocket flies, and it doesn't depend on the size.
'Cause the thing that I built, it's ripping my kilt.
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk, I did the work for somebody else's dream.
I took the chance, I lost my pants in somebody else's dream tonight.
Oooh, oooh, oooh waah.
Oooh, oooh, oooh waaaah!