Lletres: Millencolin. Same Old Tunes. Chiquita Chaser.

Maybe just because I was newly washed
Like Brandon Walsh, you took notice of me
You thought I was a rockstar, some gangster
Or a bowling star, I don't believe you, babe

You're not the only one
Who think I am a Chiquita dude
Well, I'm afraid
I'm not that rude

I took you to the A-house and even to the punk-palats
Those trips made, you throw up
And after a few nights you took off
To the holm of asp's, that's where you belong

When it comes to you
It's hard to have an open mind
So I just have one advice to say

Walt Jabsco, Walt Jabsco
Now that's what I call rude
He's the man, he's a super dude