Screeching Weasel Crybaby
Come back slinking, come back crawling
Crawling on your hands and knees
Hoping that I've lost my memory
You got so good at spitting out those Technicolor fantasies
I left you and the rest is history
What you gonna do about it?
What you gonna say about it?
What you gonna do about it now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Time heals all the wounds, I've learned
Just like the one you're gonna get
When I dump you right on your thick head
No more back seat make-outs
At the drive-in or in Lover's Lane
No more cleaning up those stubborn stains
What you gonna do about it?
What you gonna say about it?
What you gonna do about it now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now?
Crybaby
Crybaby
Crybaby
Crybaby
Yeah
