Lyrics 1984 - Jamie Kennedy, Stu Stone

1984

1984, lyin in the grass
First time I ever got some ass
Pop rock in my mouth, wanna go down South
But the Whopper in my stomach really gave me gas
Listen you crazy motherfucker, let’s skip class
I got a fresh pack of Hubba Bubba Berry Blast
I got money to kill and ants to burn
Drag car to the mall and a salon perm
Michael Jackson’s got a glove, Prince is cryin like a dove
And the radio is kickin that song «I Need Love»
I do too
So I hit the pavement with my homeboy Stu
Break out the cardboard, break out the beatbox
Take off your new shoes, pop-lockin in socks
Hey Stu I got the robot, down on lock
I got a Cabbage Patch Kid and he’s still in the box
Where’s the beef, where where, where’s the beef (BRING THE BEEF BACK BITCH~!)
Where’s the beef, where where, where’s the beef (WHO'S GOT BEEF?)
Where’s the beef?
Motherfucker it’s in your teeth
While your girlfriend’s underneath
While you’re chewin I’m pursuin started screwin that superfreak
She may be superfreaky, but I’m super cool
I got a He-Man thermos that I rock at school
My LaCosta’s clean, and I’m fresh and on scene
Got a Rubik’s Cube can’t figure out mean
I got a Rubik’s Cube too but mines all black
I just peel off all the stickers and don’t put 'em back
Nancy got me feelin antsy, say no to drugs
Mr. Drummond’s givin Arnold & Willis more hugs
Where’s the beef, where where, where’s the beef
Where’s the beef, where where, where’s the beef
To the left (left left)
To the right (right right)
To the left (left left)
To the right (right right)
Now everybody~!
Are you ready to dance
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