Not That Good

Well I called you up on the telephone
You were last on my list but at least you were home
I said come over and you barked like Rover
Then you huffed and you puffed and then it was over

And I never liked you anyway
All the girls said you were gay
You think your hot
But your just cold shot
When you left I laughed a lot

Because no!
You're not that good
No! You’re not that good
No! You're not that good
No! You're not that good

You think you got the coolest hair
You got skid marks in your underwear
Therе’s nothing you can do down there
You think you're hip but you'rе just square

You think I want to walk around with you
Take the desk next to yours at school
You must really think I'm a fool
You think you're so damn cool
But no!
You're not that good
No! You're not that good
No! You're not that good
Telling you boy, you’re just not that good

Remember when you asked me
If I liked your band
Remember when I told you?
I hit you with a frying pan ’cause you
You're not that good
No! You’re not that good
No! You're not that good
No! You're not that good