Tekstovi: blink-182. Bastards.

One time I met this girl,

I talked to her online one night,

I asked her if she was alright,

Didn't say who I was,

Now i'm fucked over because,



You bastards,

Telling her who I am,

You bastards,

You could all go to Fucking Iran,

I can't deal with her anymore,

She's acting like a whore



Say it ain't so,

She's a real hoe,

She called me last night,

About a quarter to 8,

I said, "why you calling so late?"

She said, "I heard what you said"

"I hope you end up dead"

And all I wanted was some head!



You bastards,

Telling her who I am,

You bastards,

You could all go to Fucking Iran,

I can't deal with this yet,

This girl's making me wanna forget.



Even though she's really hot,

Mentally stable is what she's not,

She's got something wrong in her head,

Telling me I should end up dead



You bastards,

Telling her who I am,

You bastards,

You could all go to Fucking Iran,

I can't deal with this ever,

Leave me alone forever.



TOM: YOU BASTARDS

MARK: YOU MASTURBATORS

TRAVIS: WHAT THE FUCK?

TOM: HOW'D YOU GET A MIC TRAVIS?

TRAVIS: I'M A ROCK STAR NOW, I ROLL WITH THE TRANSPLANTS

MARK: WHO? FUCK THEM, TIME FOR A SONG

TRAVIS: RIGHT ON

TOM & MARK: SHUT UP BASTARD